I sit and read this blog about a mom having to learn how to live without her little girl and I cry. I cry for her and I cry with her. I don't know how you go on with your life when something like this happens.
I wake up every day with a huge smile on my face knowing I get to see, hold, touch and talk to my kids. I think about how I get flustered some mornings because we are running late and Charlie wants to put his clothes on himself, or I am asking him to put on his shoes and he is begging for mom/dad to help him. What is 5 more minutes to let him do it himself or 3 more minutes it would take to sit down with him and help him put on his shoes? Who cares if you are 5 minutes late for work?
I sit and think what really matters? Does it matter that the kids want to dump out all the toys we own? No.... Will dumping them all out make them happy? Yes..... Will someone get hurt? No (well with kids I don’t think you can ever answer that 100% either way). Toys pick up, carpets/furniture clean, accidents happen.
Normally you read people say "I always read about it but never thought it would happen to me." I'm the opposite- I am worried all the time that something like this could happen. That might sound crazy but its true. I wonder if that cold that someone got two weeks ago that is still sticking around is actually something more-- etc.
I guess what I am trying to get at is that I know that Mike and I will never relax on teaching our kids to be respectful and to obey the rules. However, I am trying to take a step back and try to look at the big picture here.
Tonight hold/hug someone a little tighter/longer and give a few more kisses. Be thankful. Tomorrow is not guaranteed.
Sorry to be a bit of a downer here- but these blogs are supposed to be there to vent and talk about your thoughts right??
Have a good night...
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