My Dearest Son,

Heather

I wish I could say it’s always been easy, but one thing is certain, you’ve always been worth the

wait. All those years it took for you and your sister to arrive, I never lost sight of my ultimate dream

to becoming your mom.

From the very moment I saw you, you were so tiny at first, you were fighting to breathe. It was

clear to us at the time, you didn’t see what others saw. Your feet aren’t fast enough, so you’ll fly.

Your cape is torn,

you don’t ask why.

There is so much sickness. Hospital stays one right after the other and Dr visits too many to remember.

Time passes, no one knows.

Tests, tests and more tests. One thing is clear, your body needs rest.

Always wanted and always needed.

So many praying for you. Breath baby, please just keep breathing.

Then it happened - an answer to prayer. He says, “you’re special and one of many”.

Born with a special heart and you’ll need surgery.

We should be relieved, but we are scared.

The day is here and it’s more than we can bear.

You did it. The first one is done. He says, “he’s still critical”, but you can breath until the next one.

Our new life, full of new beginnings and

lots of changes. “Do this”, “Take this”.

It doesn’t matter, you don’t care.

So you run, faster and faster.

“But wait” I say. “You need rest”. “I can’t”.

“No time, need to help the rest”.

“The world needs me mom.”

Yes.We.Do.