One thing I wasn't prepared for in becoming a parent is the internalization of fear and pain. I never thought hearing or reading of another child's death or suffering would cause me to weep as uncontrollably as I do. I have always had a hard time with children who suffer, but since I had little boy I literally cannot read the article, or watch the news story. No one warned me. No one prepared me. No one told me that I would worry every day that I may not see him grow up.
I wonder if every parent has that worry. In these uncertain times I wonder how we can't.
Given what happened last week, how can we not?
Today is little boy's birthday. It's a time for celebration and letting him eat more sugar than ever before. It's a time for me to take the day off work just to spend time with him.
I know all parents hugged their children tightly upon hearing the news Friday. My husband and I often say, "if nothing else, he will know he is loved."
In this time of uncertainty - isn't that the greatest gift we have to give?
Little boy, even when things don't go according to plan, I will love you. I will mess up many things. I will do many things wrong. But I pray you will always know how much you are loved.