It's funny. You don't think often enough about how when you become a cancer mom, you are exposed to mostly other cancer parents, making your friend list full of little bald heads - parents showing off their fighters, angels, warriors, survivors. We are so proud of our little ones, and how much they achieve each day. And if they pass, all we want to do is see their face, so we can remember how happy they made us. And when they are finally cancer free, we want to show off how strong they are. Our world revolves around them more than we know.
Sure, my friends who have kids without cancer still use pictures of them as profile photos, and are proud to be parents and proud of their kid's achievements. But, there is something about how little faces below bald heads know so much more about life than their fuzzy topped counterparts. I think it's in their eyes. It's a level of happiness and appreciation and pure joy that I find doesn't show up in the eyes of other kids. Somehow they know that they are special; that they are lucky to have that moment. Sometimes I wonder how they can know so much while being so little. But I guess cancer just teaches different lessons.