How Does She Do It?

Well, I'm telling you, I just plain don't know. She's made of stronger stuff than I. That's all I can say.

Oh, yeah, and she's got God.

Who and what am I talking about?

Well, The Missy Sissy of course.

I spent a good part of my day at Children's Hospital with my 3 Littles. The Little Mr. was having some tests done, and it was not a fun day. They were outstanding kid-lets for all we had to endure, but it was not easy.

No part of going to Children's for anything is easy, good, fun or any other sort of positive you can think of.

Just going into the parking is stressing. The whole building complex is a giant maze of halls and elevators. There are signs, but they aren't always clear. You're always rushing and then waiting. The halls are usually crowded with other stressed out families who are rushing so they can wait.

Families don't make eye contact.

We all know that being in the halls of Children's means hard things. No one wants to see pain beyond what is lurking in their own kids.

Now, Children's is not a horror or anything like that at all. In fact, all the people we dealt with today were wonderful. They smiled. They held doors. They didn't laugh when we couldn't remember how to get back to the sky walk and our car. No one honked as we took our time wandering through the garage to the van. People offered stickers to our exhausted toddler. They made the tests as easy as possible for The Little Mr.

But still, it's Children's.

Something about it leaves a person exhausted and struggling to process through the whole experience. Bits and chunks come back at odd times, but you know their care is the best.

In the end, we got through it. The kids were outstanding. We celebrated with root beer floats and ice cream sundaes.

Back to The Missy Sissy. I truly don't know how she does it. I don't know if I could walk the halls as often as she does taking her littlest gem to his chemo. I tear up after half a day there with my "healthy" kids.

She's one amazing woman. An incredible mom. So, when you see my Missy Sissy, give her a pat on the back. She's got them coming.