Because there's no Hallmark card for when your kid gets a lifelong diagnosis.
No casserole when it's a chronic issue with no beginning middle or end.
Just a "praying for y'all" or a "I don't know how you do it" and a world that doesn't know what to say, so it says something pithy or says nothing.
They call you a superhero.
You help kids out of cars that shouldn't need help.
You wipe butts into the teen years.
You give medicine multiple times a day without missing once.
You sit in more doctor's appointments than most people will see in a lifetime.
You do things every single day that most parents will never have to do.
And you do it because you love them, but love doesn't negate exhaustion.