Please take a moment to read the following post.  It is a snapshot of my short story, "Weight of a Life".  I have yet to really dive into my family's internal struggle with our son's disease, ARPKD/CHF.  Some of you may have visited recently hoping to find more information and hopefully you have returned.  It takes time of course to write of things that touch a dense, sensitive spot inside.  Our son's illness; a chronic kidney disease that also effects his liver, has taken us on a journey we never imagined we would take.  I wish I had only overflowing dishwashers, dead car batteries or even stitches to worry about.  I worry about very 'heavy' things every day, most just don't see it.  I keep my resources close by and our family is very resilient. 
The pain more than anything, is the realization there are children who have no one to fight life's battles with them.  The first in line for the assignment should always be the parent, so you would think. I have seen too often children treated as inconveniences and distractions in my line of work.

Be a purposeful mother. 

Please leave a comment or critique.  I will be posting a couple of paragraphs at a time and look forward to your input. 

\My boys’ eyes told me they were born to their champion; a strong, resilient fighter, a mother not willing to give up hope because things get too difficult.  My struggle was to believe it.  With my return to work looming after several months off with the birth of our youngest, I dreaded the pending separation I knew so well.  The moments of early years were destined to be turned over to someone else. I could barely accept how anyone would be able to care for my children much less one born to panic a person with his vomiting, fevers and swollen belly.  Little did I know a story was revealing itself. Over time in my role as a police officer, I would gain a life lesson in the awesome multi-faceted role of earning the title of ‘mother’.  It did not lie only in shared chromosomes, or providing the basic needs even if those needs are a work of extraordinary complication.  It was a pull, an internal desire to nurture at any level and the heartbreaking fact as experienced in my work as a cop is some in life never have their champion.