Day 6: Something you hope you never have to do.
I really don't even want to talk about this one, honestly.
Cause call me crazy,
but I sort of think giving a voice
or even a bit of attention to things that I
seriously
{like, really really super duper way seriously}
do. not. want. to. happen. like. EVER.
might actually make them happen.
So I'm not going to talk a whole lot about it.
And I'm not gonna dwell.
Just let me say this:
I would rather
have my arm ripped off by a passing train,
pour lemon juice into the open wound,
then, while they are stitching up my gaping arm hole,
go into labor,
and have it last 200 hours,
with no epidural,
and as if that isn't bad enough,
I would gladly top it off with
having my face mangled to pieces by a rabid,
Monty Python-esque bunny.
Yep.
I would go through all of that and more, {much more, anything, really}
if it meant that I would never ever, ever, ever have to bury one of my children.
I have not wanted to write this one because the TRUTH is,
that is number one for me.
Nothing else even comes close,
and I would be lying about
{or at the very least, "glossing over"}
that question if I answered it any other way.
So I haven't wanted to talk about it.
But there it is.
And I am so not trying to be glib.
My heart BREAKS when I think of
the people that I love dearly,
{and even the complete strangers}
who have had to do this very thing.
For the parents in Arizona who have to bury their 9 year old daughter.
I'm not even going to pretend to know what it was like for any of them.
What it IS like for them, rather,
as I am sure that one lives with that loss
every day for the rest of one's life.
Oh bless the tender hearts of sweet mothers everywhere.
We are a brave, special bunch, aren't we?
5 comments:
That's my biggest fear too. I'm thinking about jumping into this 30 Day challenge...a little scared about having to make up for the past 6 posts though.
::hugs to Mamas everywhere::
Yup, that's my number one as well. Makes me terrified that my heart is walking around somewhere outside my body.
Parents aren't supposed to outlive their kids. It's so sad..and my number one fear, too.
I'm so grateful you guys chimed in to let me know I'm not alone.
I feel kind of like a jerk {or a loon} even saying it, BUT I would be totally lying if I said there was ANYTHING I fear or dread more...
That or burying my husband before we are old as the hills. I don't want either to happen.
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