I'm sitting pool side... again.
The whole group is doing lengths, working on kicks while using a kick board. Not you, you don't want to use that kick board. You push it out far ahead of you, then do the front crawl to reach the kick board, and continue with the process. The rest of the children are content to use the kick boards. Not you.
You have the spirit of a wild stallion, harnessed for the first time. You are a fighter, and won't accept limitations without persistent struggle. You want to do it your way. You want to break free and run into the evening sky towards the horizon.
Every day, and every night before bed, I pray for a cure to Type 1 Diabetes. I want my little pony to be free of her painful harness and her new reality. I would offer my body as sacrifice in a heartbeat, if it could magically restore you to health. I want to see you run free into the evening sunset, your beautiful mane blowing in the wind.
Sometimes I'm confident there will be a cure soon. Othertimes, I'm scared I'm delussional, refusing to accept this could likely be a life-long situation. When I think that, my chest rises and heaves as I desperately gulp for air as I break down into silent sobs.
No one deserves this. Certainly no child.