
After we arrived in Baltimore Monday we got a call from Ronald McDonald House and they had a room for us after being on the wait list for 4 weeks! Although apprehensive at first since we had a rhythm at the hotel, the move would save a lot of money so it made sense. There are many things about RMH that make a difference in peoples' lives and I want to try to share that with those who will never need to find a place to call home away from home.

From the moment we walked in the door we were greeted by such friendly people. Their motto is "The House That Love Built" and that truly does describe it. Both children received a beautiful fleece blanket - Cole's is blue and green and has soccer balls and Reagan's is pink with foxes. They were so nice to have since we hadn't packed blankets. There is an entire staff of people who make RMH possible. Interaction with Ashley started when our referral paperwork was sent over from the hospital by the social worker the Friday before Reagan started treatment. Since there wasn't availability at RMH for us Ashely was instrumental in making sure the hotel we chose from their vendor list was booked at the right RMH rate ($65/night instead of $259). She was also very helpful in working with the hotel to coordinate a monthly parking rate since it was $32 per day. That would have been $640 just in parking and we got that reduced to $250. All the staff was very helpful, always had a smile and really made you feel like they were invested in helping you. This also included the shuttle bus driver (aka Santa Claus) and the maintenance engineer. Bud drove the shuttle for 7 years before his wife became ill and passed away. Now he does odd jobs around the house like hanging flat screens and checking the rooms for problems such as light bulbs and broken towel rods. He's probably almost 80 years old and his kids are moved away, but he likes knowing he can help these kids in some way. During the Freddie Gray riots in Baltimore a mom was driving back from the hospital and her car was surrounded by rioters just 2 blocks from RMH. She called RMH frantic and Bud and Sue called U of Md police and ran down the street to try to help her. Such amazing people.
The People - who call this home



This "home" that we found was truly that - a place all these kids have come to know well. And although people come and go, they feel accepted while they are there. And THAT was what I took away as the biggest benefit of RMH. Three kiddos pushing themselves around in wheel chairs with huge pins sticking out all throughout their legs. No one stared. No one made fun of them. They could talk about it if they wanted, or we could ignore it and play bingo. You would often hear the mom's in the kitchen sharing stories and getting advice as they were preparing food or reading a book while their child was at the hospital or in bed in their room. Sharing stories in a place where jaws don't drop, but understanding prevails. How many times did people at the hotel ask how Reagan broke her arm. She would say, "I have a cast to make my left hand stronger." And the poor kid would get these confused looks. She realized they were confused but didn't really know how to explain it any differently without a label. At RMH, people just say, "Oh, cool" and move on. It truly was so refreshing feeling like you could share your story with people who could relate and didn't immediately feel sorry for you.
The Volunteers


The House that was Home


Lindsey's parents in memory of a little girl who never went home. She loved kitties and this is her way of leaving her legacy by bringing a smile to every child who receives one.
As you can tell, I was absolutely captivated by our experience at the Baltimore RMH. The best way to summarize is that when we were at the hotel it was a jumping off point - a place we would regroup to decide where we were going next. It was not a place to be. Moving to RMH allowed us to just BE and to relax. We didn't have to find somewhere to go. We found our roots at RMH and went to therapy and then came back to find refuge. To find a place to play. To find food. To find friends. To find peace. Almost like a sanctuary from the reality of why we were there. I realize my children are very blessed to be healthy. They were not facing the tough journey that many of these children are facing. And we knew we were going home. But I've been in these parents' shoes. Uncertain of what might come next. Not having answers. Not sure if my child would live or die. It takes a lot to run a place like this - money, time and people with the energy to make it happen. We certainly feel blessed to have been able to stay and while we hope not to return, it's nice to know there are homes like this for the thousands of people who need them every year.
As I prepare the kids for school next week and try to pick out the perfect first day of school outfit and buy their favorite lunch box, I can't stop thinking about all our new friends at RMH who will not be going back to school. Gabe and Lizzy are not thinking about meeting new friends and learning new things, they are struggling to just avoid infection so they can go home. We should all keep in mind how blessed we are. We all have struggles. We all have challenges. But we also have blessings…sometimes we just need to be reminded that life is not about stuff. It's about family. It's about Hope. And it's about being present for those who need us most. And as we each prepare for our tomorrow, I will leave you with a reminder from Day 1: "In my mind, I can do anything."
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