My eldest son used to jump up in my bed when he was around 2 years old and carefully pile every pillow in the house on top of me. As I lay there, pleasantly smothered I could here his little voice asking me...

"...are you BASHED, daddy?...you BASHED?"



Wednesday, November 04, 2009

A FIGHTER'S GLOVE, A MOTHER'S LOVE



Today we attended the TIME CAPSULE ceremony at the new All Children's Hospital site. Among the items placed was a boxing glove given to Emily from her Grandfather back when she was just weeks old, encouraging her to continue the fight for her life. Mary wrote and submitted a short summary of what the glove has meant to Emily and all of us.

My daughter Emily was born with a heart defect. She spent her first 5 months of her life at All Children's Hospital "fighting" for her life. Her Grandfather sent her a pair of boxing gloves that stayed at her bedside for the entire 5 months. The gloves came to represent a lot for me. Not only Emily's fight, but also the fight of everyone around her, including doctors and nurses, RT's, surgeons and therapists.

The gloves came home with us as we continued to fight. We fought for Emily's rights as a disabled person; and we watched her fight for all her milestones as she attended Speech, OT and PT at All Children's.

Along the way, I have done some fighting too. I fought my way through nursing school while raising 3 young kids. I returned to ACH to join the fight. These gloves have meant a lot to me, but I would be willing to give them up to the time capsule, as we continue to fight for All Kids.

Only one of Emily's gloves was placed in the Time Capsule. We'll be keeping the other!
Here are more PICTURES

And below is the news coverage of the day's events!

4 comments:

Melody said...

This was very inspiring and beautiful words by Mary. I too feel like I've been wearing boxing gloves and fighting most my life too.

*it made me cry!*

XOX Melody

Laura said...

Thank you for sharing your moving and beautiful story.

Unknown said...

wow what a day! Great story.

BareFoot Tommy said...

Touching story from a wounderfull family. Keep up the fight my friends.
Peace,
BareFoot Tommy