Dear Child of Mine

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Dear beautiful child without a voice,

I will be your voice. I will not back down, I will not give up, until my last breath...I will fight for you. I will not let a man in a suit, behind a desk tell me what is "medically necessary" for you. He has not cried for you, slept in a chair in the hospital for you or fought for you. He does not know your pain nor has he seen your strength and with all due respect, I don't think he'd care to but I have...and I will continue to because i love you with every fiber of my being. For the rest of my life I will fight for your needs to be met because the sad reality is that children as special as you don't always get treated as the kings and queens that they are. It's true, dear boy and that's why they were given mommies like yours. To be their voice, to fight for meds and treatments and beds....Don't worry sweet prince, I will do all that I can for as long as I can so that your sweet, soft voice can be heard. Even when I'm scared I will stand. In a  court room, in a Dr.s office and in the class room I will stand up for what I believe in. Because I believe in you. 

Love always,

Mommy


 

 


 
 
 
 

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  1. UnknownAugust 20, 2013 at 10:22 PM

    I love you, Case. You have a wonderful mama. I am proud to call her (and you!) my friend. Someday, I WILL meet you both.

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