the momster's prayer
a lot of meaningless, minor, trivial and extraordinary things have been happening in my life lately. and I probably have a lot of things to write about besides the fact that if I ever win the lottery I'm so going to get my own Starbucks and that the highlight of my day has been the mere realization that maybe I am indeed wasting too much toilet paper.
but right now, I'm thinking of my son and nothing else matters. nothing. I am staring unblinking up at the ceiling trying to keep my head from wandering too far from rationality. he is going to be ok. everything's going to be ok. sitting on his toddler-size IKEA bed, I try to explain to my 3 year-old son that being with someone does not always imply physical presence. and I think. don't look too serious. you cannot lurch. you cannot scuttle his faith in you. and then here he is. glowing like a light bulb with enthusiasm because I just said the words "play with Mommy". time pauses as it hits me once again. is this really true? this little big boy is my son. my son. I start to recite to myself what seems to be a deliberately poignant and beautified monologue about how my life has changed since the day he's entered the world. but soon I can think of only one thing repeating in my head with comforting redundancy. "Dear God, I'm begging You, please, please, protect him, please, I love him so much, please, never ever take Your eyes off him."
children draw you closer to God.
Reader Comments (14)
and i'm the tp waster in our household. in fact, cutting back was one of my new year's resolutions--but it's not going so well... hehehe.
wishing him a speedy recovery and please post an update soon.
Be strong!
only wanted to say that I will be thinking of you tomorrow am (your time) and saying a prayer that all is swift and simple.
love,
blackbird
susan