The other day I met a friend of kindergarten teacher. And I heard one thing that made me think hard. She said that one mom in her group is trying to cure hopeless children. It’s time to fold my arms and put up with it, but she still hopes for something and invests huge amounts of money in their treatment.
She was born twins, there was too long anhydrous period, the children were born sick, her husband left. Since then, she herself pulls these twins. They are already four, they do not speak, walk badly. And mother carries them everywhere, they deal with them, so that at least somehow they can be adapted to this life. According to the teacher, these children are hopeless and it’s not worth investing so much in them is useless.
That is an interesting border, and most importantly, how to define it? Where is the border to which your own child should be pulled with all his might, and where can he put up with hopelessness?
I know many cases when it was possible to cure even oncology. One where doctors shrugged. I saw how moms fight to the last, not sparing any labor, much less any money. And because for mom there is no hopeless word. It can only seem from the outside that there is no chance and the treatment is meaningless. And when you get into such a situation, you grab any chance.
By the way, dads are more practical in this case. Men are usually too obvious. And moms pull and pull. Therefore, hope often saves lives.