Today my guts are in a knot.
I got word that a dear child of my community was hit by a van and is in the ICU. Predictions are that her injuries are not life-threatening, thank all the Gods that might be listening.
This makes me doubly sure that I hug and squeeze my own sweet babies lots.
It makes me reflect on The Big Subjects.
I never imagined, when I delightedly anticipated the arrival of my son, how fraught with terror parenting actually is. Loss, sickness, accident, and catastrophe loom behind every shadow. Mostly I wend my way through our days without too much worry, but it’s always there in the far back corners of my mind.
Sometimes they are just the silliest what ifs. Sometimes they are more realistic. Sometimes I see the narrow miss and my heart nearly stops. Sometimes I have to check and double check the rise and fall of that small, precious chest. Sometimes I can’t sleep for dreadful dreams and imaginings.
If you are a parent you know what I am talking about.
My heart is with the parents, dear friends, in the ICU. I am praying that I am never there with any of my babies.
When I can’t sleep I say grace and give thanks. Because whatever happens tomorrow, my kids and I have had today. Whatever happens in the morning, we are cuddling NOW. I hope that I can remember these moments of thankfulness when Grace might seem far away. I hope that I can remember that nothing and no one can take away my moments and memories and all the wonderful times I have already experienced as a parent.
So we pray…
Take a moment now, before you navigate away, and say a prayer – send a wish – think a good thought – send some Grace to the parents who need it. Then go hug or kiss or text someone you are grateful for. You are so lucky.