The picture of “a mother’s love” was painted for me many times over this weekend…as I reflected on my monther-in-law’s willingness to take care of my home and children for 6+ weeks, in my mother’s efforts to fly all the way out from Kansas for a mere 48 hours in order to get back before my dad begins his radiation treatments this week, and in the grace with which the Mannings let their little Katie go – peacefully in Vickie’s arms. All emotionally moving in their own way and all very vivid reminders that what Rudy is embroiled in is serious requiring great sacrifice and vulnerability. Even now as I sit and watch him labor through an attempt at a 3 hour sprint off the ventilator, I’m struck by the obvious – he is in a fight for his life. Not to minimize the progress he has made so far, but because my son can’t breathe on his own beyond a 3 hour exercise, it is hard, sometimes, to imagine an existence for Rudy beyond what he has known so far.
I’ve come to realize that one of my greatest desires, as a mother, is for my kids to be known…to be understood and appreciated for their unique gifts and talents…nothing blesses me more than when others take the time to invest in my kids whether it is their teachers, church leaders, close friends or family…it means so much to me. The desire for Rudy to be known (even in the isolation of an ICU) is just as strong as with my other kids which is why I’m so grateful for the medical team that genuinely cares for him in so many ways I never could, for the visitors who have witnessed in person how truly soulful the look in his eyes is and for the blog that has allowed us to share Rudy with so many in far away places!
Thank you for your faithful investment in our family through your constant love, prayers and support during this time. Sacrifices that are not lost on us!