All day Saturday, I found myself staring at Pookah.
I was thinking about the days when I am so frustrated with him and everything that he does that I just want to throw up my hands and run screaming from the room. I was thinking about how I sometimes raise my voice. How I sometimes lack patience. How sometimes, I’m just ready for nap time or bedtime or even for him just to go to school. Just so I can get some peace.
And then I think of the parents of the children in Connecticut and I am overwhelmed with guilt. Those parents won’t get to be frustrated with their child anymore. They won’t get to yell about their child tracking mud in on their white carpets. They won’t get to laugh at their child’s antics. They won’t get to marvel over whatever class project their child brings home from school. They won’t get to snuggle and listen to stories of how their day went right before bed,
These are things that I have been taking for granted. And that stops now.
I will enjoy every minute of life and take nothing for granted. Because Friday reminded me that nothing is promised. NOTHING. SO I need to enjoy and cherish this blessing of a child.
Please make sure you do the same.