The Words No One Said to My Son That Night

No matter how much I squinted and searched, I couldn’t see whether or not I was sitting in the crowd. I feared those normally-happy occasions would be marred by my absence. I imagined the sad half-smiles and the words others would say to console my children: “Your mom would be so proud.”

And by God’s grace, here I am. Not a week goes by that I don’t marvel at my presence here in 2017. I know other children are missing their moms, and it breaks my heart. I don’t take my present or future health for granted.

But as the house lights came up and I made my way to the lobby after the show, it was a joy to hug my son and say, “Wow, I really loved that! I sure am proud of you.”


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Marissa Henley
Marissa Henley
Marissa Henley is a wife, mom, cancer survivor and latte addict. She is the author of Loving Your Friend Through Cancer and writes about clinging to God's character at She would love to connect with you on Facebook or Instagram!

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