My Parents Are My Heroes
I often wonder if my parents realize how much I appreciate them. Last week, they showed up for yet another medical procedure. Those who call me a “hero” overlook my parents, who are always by my side.
My parents are my caregivers. They live five hours away, but will come to me at the drop of a hat. I know how blessed I am to have parents who are able and willing to do this. It’s not everyone’s story, and I don’t take it for granted.
Perhaps being 35 years old has increased my awareness of how rare this is. My parents have watched me struggle with my health all my life, and have patiently helped me with whatever I need. And they’ve never made me feel guilty about it.
Prior to my double-lung transplant four years ago, I needed a lot of help. During my frequent hospitalizations, my mom would sleep on the uncomfortable cot next to me to ensure I was breathing, help with every little task, and advocate when I was unable to. My dad provided for me when I wasn’t able to work, no guilt attached.
Post-transplant, I need less help, but they’re still there when I need them — my dream team.
My parents are the most sacrificial people I know. To me, they exemplify Jesus, as they’ve never wavered in their love, patience, and support. I strive to be more like them every day. Their servanthood inspires me to pay it forward and show them how grateful I am.
After I came home from my heart catheterization last week, I needed significant help. It’s in my parents’ nature to jump in and complete any necessary tasks. I was in awe; I don’t think I inherited their innate ninja abilities!
They cooked, cleaned, and made sure I was comfortable. They sat with me through anxious moments, patiently and gently helping me calm down. They anticipated my needs and provided. It was remarkable.
My parents are humble people. They don’t boast about all they do for others, let alone their daughter. And they’re not on social media, so they don’t post about helping me. I’ve never questioned their motives. I know their intentions are pure, making it easy to trust and rely on them.
It’s difficult for me to comprehend a parent’s love because I’m not one. But what I’ve learned from witnessing my parents’ love for me is that there are people who will show up for me, no matter what. I am blessed by our unique relationship. I just hope they understand the impact their unconditional love has on me.
My parents make caring for me look effortless. They’re good at lightening up difficult situations with humor. They inspire me to treat others with love, kindness, and compassion, and show up for people who are struggling.
Mom and Dad, you are the real MVPs. Thank you for being you.
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Paul met Debbie
What a. Lovely and Loving tribute! Bless you for sharing.