When you respect and love someone a great deal, it’s hard to put into words what you feel. But I think it’s worth a try anyway.
I can’t imagine what it must feel like to hear that your baby has a disease, and not only that, a disease for which there is no cure. I’ve heard stories of children with CF whose parents haven’t loved them as much as their siblings, have divorced because they couldn’t cope with having an ill child, or worse still, abandoned them. Those stories make me incredibly sad. And yet, they make me realise just how blessed I am.
From day one, I have been loved fiercely and never left doubting that love. And it’s a love that has been expressed in so many ways.
I’ve been there as hard decisions have been made in Godly ways.
I’ve watched Mum fight for me when doctors got things wrong.
I’ve spent days in hospital rooms with Mum stroking my back, holding my hand, watching Aladdin for the umpteenth time, listening to me ramble on about nothing, crying with me because things just seemed too hard this time and simply being there for me.
I’ve phoned up time and time again as a young bride with yet another housewifely problem.
I’ve had her come round, give up day after day, to cook and clean for us because I had no strength or breath to do it myself.
I’ve seen her love my sisters with the same unwavering love.
I’ve watched and learned what it means to be a Godly wife and mother.
And I’ve heard the words ‘I love you’ again and again.
Darling Mummy, you are Godly, beautiful, kind, serving, brave, admirable and just lovely.
Truly, you surpass them all.
I love you.