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YOUÑInspiration


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                                                                                                     W I N N E R !
                                 My Parenting


                                      Motto Is … 



                         We asked you to sum things up in a
                             phrase—and your descriptions

                     moved and inspired us beyond measure.
                              Here are six winning stories.


                                                                                                           “Don’t Give Up”
                                                                                                                   Joy Mermelstein
                                                                                                                     Trumbull, CT
                                                                                                         “DON’T GIVE UP!” My mom
                                                                                                         didn’t say this to me as much
                                                                                                         as she shouted it. She made
                                                                                                         me promise. On her head was a
                                                                                                         chic scarf, and her eyebrows
                                                                                                         were neatly crafted back into
                                                                                                         existence thanks to her trusty
                                                                                                         Maybelline. Cancer had taken so
                                                                                                         much, but not her ferocity to
                                                                                                         protect her children in a life that
                                                                                                         would soon be without her. Little
                                                                                                         did I know she was bestowing
                                                                                                         on me the words I would need to
                                                                                                         survive the most difficult time
                                                                                                         of my life. I expected my mother
                                                                                                         to die. Her cancer was rare and
                                                                                                         untreatable, so it was logical that
                                                                                                         her body would lose its hard fight
                                                                                                         to a rogue cell. What I did not
                                                                                                         expect was my son’s epilepsy.
                                                                                                            Months after I buried my
                                                                                                         mother, I was in an ambulance
                                                                                                         racing to the nearest E.R. with
                                                                                                         my 2-year-old son. He’d had a
                                                                                                         seizure. The first of many. I ran
                                                                                                         down the hall and promised
                                                                                                         my unconscious toddler I would
                                                                                                         not give up. In the year since
                                                                                                         his diagnosis, I’ve said these
                                                                                                         simple and perhaps cliché words
                                                                                                         to myself everywhere: in the
                                                                                                         hospital where we spent our days,
                                                                                                         in pharmacies fighting for
                                                                                                         his medication, during school
                                                                                                         meetings where I lobbied for
                                                                                                         the care he deserves. I heard my
                                                                                                         mom’s words in my ears as I                  FAMILY: ANTENNA/GETTY. HEADSHOT: COURTESY OF THE SUBJECT.
                                                                                                         crossed the finish line of my first

                Having a family                                                                          10K. On days when I felt like
              mantra can help you                                                                        quitting, these words—“Don’t give
                 stay focused                                                                            up”—resuscitated my will.
               on the big picture.
                                                                                                         After all, a promise is a promise.






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