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The Other Parents

The other parents at gymnastics might have looked at me a bit strange when right at this moment, I got a little teary eyed. 



Ok, I cried.

The song from Moana came on. Don’t judge me.

The other parents don’t know we watched her go through 19 cycles of chemotherapy and that mop on her head is something she is incredibly proud of .

The other parents don’t know that we’ve calmed her countless times as she woke up startled from anesthesia.

The other parents don’t know that we’ve seen tubes and wires sticking from her little body.

The other parents don’t know that we didn’t think she was going to make it through that first night after her first surgery to remove the tumor from her liver.

The other parents don’t know that our little fighter is in remission.

The other parents don’t know and not knowing isn’t a bad thing.

The other parents know she’s just a normal girl.

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