Cherish our children

Lessons Learned


I was fortunate to grow up in a family with seven siblings, and for the most part, we were physically well. We played, and ran around, and drove my poor parents to distraction. If they were still with me, I wager to say they would have not changed a thing. 

Every time I hear of another child’s illness, my heart breaks a little at the thought of what those parents must be going through. After doing research on several articles for this paper, I have come to grasp only a margin of the complexities of the effects these illnesses have on family and friends. I remember so vividly how the death of my cousin, a victim of leukemia, rippled across the family and left Gwen’s parents desperate for answers. That ability to do whatever she wanted seemed to vanish. It was then I learned not to take my health for granted. I know we shouldn’t live every day as though something terrible is going to happen to us, but I do think every once in a while we should stop and be grateful for simply being able to walk, swim, play sports, and not spend most of our lives at doctors’ offices or hospital rooms. 

After speaking to parents and grandparents of children with serious illnesses, I am even more appreciative of the healthy children God gave me. I have eight grandchildren and of those, only two have health issues. Chase has mild/moderate Cerebral Palsy and Abby has Juvenile Discogenic Disorder, but neither of them lack the ability to do most normal activities, at least not to this point. They both have seen children at their visits to their specialists with much worse conditions. Chase is eight, and he says he is “lucky.” I agree. 

When I take a walk or exercise or simply take a breath, I try to remember to be grateful! 

My daughter said once about her son with CP that she never considered him different until she saw the look on other people’s faces as they watched him run. At first, it made her want to cry, but then she thought to herself that at least he COULD run. 

When I start to complain about something that ails me, I picture the faces of those sweet children who are able to do little and that with difficulty. I scold myself and get up. Pity party be gone! God has been good to me, and as Psalm 127:3 states: “Children are a gift from The Lord; they are a reward from him.” Can I hear an “Amen”?  Seriously.

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