Shoes
-Author Unknown
I am wearing a pair of shoes. They are ugly shoes. Uncomfortable shoes. Each day I wear them, and each day I wish I had another pair. Some days my shoes hurt so bad that I do not think I can take another step. Yet, I continue to wear them.
I get funny looks wearing these shoes. I can tell in others eyes that they are glad they are my shoes and not theirs. They never talk about my shoes.
... To learn how awful my shoes are might make them uncomfortable. To truly understand these shoes you must walk in them. But, once you put them on, you can never take them off.
I now realize that I am not the only one who wears these shoes. There are many pairs in this world. Some women ache daily as they try and walk in them. Some have learned how to walk in them so they don't hurt quite as much. Some have worn the shoes so long that days will go by before they think about how much they hurt.
No woman deserves to wear these shoes. Yet, because of these shoes I am a stronger woman. These shoes have given me the strength to face anything. They have made me who I am.
I am a woman who has a child with cancer. I will forever walk in these shoes.
I saw this poem on a Caring Bridge website. A young family who I know by association, the Dad/Husband's parents were good friends of my parents growing up and are big drag racers like my brother's family, so they all stayed in touch over the years. I haven't kept in touch as much but it doesn't mean I don't care. When I found out that their little boy was diagnosed with a form of childhood cancer before even turning a year old my heart instantly broke for them.
I keep in touch with their happenings via email notifications from their Caring Bridge website and cry a lot when reading the posts. Sure, some of the posts are good ones and I smile, but some are definitely not and I can only imagine what they are going through on a daily basis. I think this poem really spells it out for all of us and should for sure make any of us not dealing with this type of crisis in our lives be thankful.
Not only do they have a child with cancer but they are trying their very best to raise three other beautiful children in the most normal environment they can provide despite the circumstances. I know from raising my own children how difficult it can be on any given day under normal circumstances, it must be extremely hard for them, but they plug along and continue their fight the best they can.
I am wearing a pair of shoes. They are ugly shoes. Uncomfortable shoes. Each day I wear them, and each day I wish I had another pair. Some days my shoes hurt so bad that I do not think I can take another step. Yet, I continue to wear them.
I get funny looks wearing these shoes. I can tell in others eyes that they are glad they are my shoes and not theirs. They never talk about my shoes.
... To learn how awful my shoes are might make them uncomfortable. To truly understand these shoes you must walk in them. But, once you put them on, you can never take them off.
I now realize that I am not the only one who wears these shoes. There are many pairs in this world. Some women ache daily as they try and walk in them. Some have learned how to walk in them so they don't hurt quite as much. Some have worn the shoes so long that days will go by before they think about how much they hurt.
No woman deserves to wear these shoes. Yet, because of these shoes I am a stronger woman. These shoes have given me the strength to face anything. They have made me who I am.
I am a woman who has a child with cancer. I will forever walk in these shoes.
I saw this poem on a Caring Bridge website. A young family who I know by association, the Dad/Husband's parents were good friends of my parents growing up and are big drag racers like my brother's family, so they all stayed in touch over the years. I haven't kept in touch as much but it doesn't mean I don't care. When I found out that their little boy was diagnosed with a form of childhood cancer before even turning a year old my heart instantly broke for them.
I keep in touch with their happenings via email notifications from their Caring Bridge website and cry a lot when reading the posts. Sure, some of the posts are good ones and I smile, but some are definitely not and I can only imagine what they are going through on a daily basis. I think this poem really spells it out for all of us and should for sure make any of us not dealing with this type of crisis in our lives be thankful.
Not only do they have a child with cancer but they are trying their very best to raise three other beautiful children in the most normal environment they can provide despite the circumstances. I know from raising my own children how difficult it can be on any given day under normal circumstances, it must be extremely hard for them, but they plug along and continue their fight the best they can.
Cancer sucks...period!
I lost my own father to cancer almost 10 years ago and saw him struggle and suffer for quite some time fighting the battle, but even as hard as that was and how unfair it seems to have lost him at the age of 58, I couldn't imagine having to see my child go through this battle and still remain positive for the sake of my other children.
There has got to be a cure, there has got to be more we can do for these innocent and precious little ones. I don't think I will ever fully understand God's reasoning when he makes these poor little children suffer the way that they do.
I lost my own father to cancer almost 10 years ago and saw him struggle and suffer for quite some time fighting the battle, but even as hard as that was and how unfair it seems to have lost him at the age of 58, I couldn't imagine having to see my child go through this battle and still remain positive for the sake of my other children.
There has got to be a cure, there has got to be more we can do for these innocent and precious little ones. I don't think I will ever fully understand God's reasoning when he makes these poor little children suffer the way that they do.
Keep all of these families in your thoughts. Hug and love your children that much more. Offer your support and kindness to anybody you may know dealing with this situation, or a similar one, and most of all...don't judge. Until you have walked in their shoes you really aren't able to.
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