Over my son’s 5 years on this earth he has undergone multiple surgeries and procedures, requiring both short-term and long-term hospital stay. There were many nights of watching doctors come in and out of his room to take vitals, run tests, obtain blood and checking on his bandages. Many nights of lying on the couch next to his hospital bed waiting to find out when we can take him home.

I don’t recall ever feeling so helpless; at least not from the perspective of a parent. There was nothing my husband nor I could do to ease his pains or change the situation. Nothing but wait, listen and pray.

Sleepless nights and stressful days consumed me, and I couldn’t understand why God was allowing an innocent child to go through this experience. He didn’t deserve it.

However I have learned that I am strong…stronger than most. I was created to be his mother because God knew I could handle it (despite the days when I don’t feel like I can). I have been through some dark points in my childhood, which have obviously prepared me for life as an adult.

We never know what we are capable of until we are tested. Everyone wants an easy life with no major problems or trials. But trails bring growth, humility and appreciation. It helps us to learn how to love unconditionally, and to determine who really loves us.

So yes, my little guy had been through a lot, and unfortunately he has more hurdles to climb in the future. But he’s still one of the strongest people I know🥰. He’s a fighter!