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On July 12, 2010 at age 15 our daughter, Brittany was diagnosed with Crohn’s Disease after ten months of misdiagnoses. This month her surgeries will break the double digit mark. Her sweet 16 was a bowel resection. As a parent you prepare for bumps, bruises, broken bones, and broken hearts. You think you are ready for everything, but no one can ever prepare you for Crohn's. I would like to share something I wrote late night, in one of our many hospital stays...
When Dreams Change
When you have a child you count all their fingers and toes and thank the Lord above that they are perfect. You raise your child close to your heart and dream the biggest dreams for them to achieve. You keep them out of harm’s way, kiss the boo-boos and hug the pains away. You scare away monsters under the bed with sniggles and giggles. You protect their innocence with every essence of your being. You teach them to love but in the end it is them who teaches you.
No one prepares you for the overwhelming sadness that over takes your emotions. No one warns you about the about the guilt that you carry but never share aloud. No one can close the hole in your heart when your child hurts. And no one prepares you for the day that your little girl has to put her head on your shoulder and whisper “Mommy I am going to be alright.”
That's enough for now
When Dreams Change
When you have a child you count all their fingers and toes and thank the Lord above that they are perfect. You raise your child close to your heart and dream the biggest dreams for them to achieve. You keep them out of harm’s way, kiss the boo-boos and hug the pains away. You scare away monsters under the bed with sniggles and giggles. You protect their innocence with every essence of your being. You teach them to love but in the end it is them who teaches you.
No one prepares you for the overwhelming sadness that over takes your emotions. No one warns you about the about the guilt that you carry but never share aloud. No one can close the hole in your heart when your child hurts. And no one prepares you for the day that your little girl has to put her head on your shoulder and whisper “Mommy I am going to be alright.”
That's enough for now