Stopped in my tracks

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image I was writing a blog post about my kids and how much they wore me out over this past three-day weekend—you know, generally complaining—and then I received an e-mail from CareerMom.

A friend of hers from work has a five-year old son who was diagnosed with an extremely rare form of brain tumor last October. Despite treatment, they gave him less than a year to live. His parents asked him what he wanted to do before he left his family and he said, “Christmas in July.” So, CareerMom and others contributed to helping him fulfill his final desires.

According to his parent’s blog, he passed away on July 4th. His last few days were not easy. He was in noticeable pain.

Even writing this, I can’t imagine the strength it takes to confront this kind of finality on a daily basis—to know that each time you hug your child could be your last, or that each harsh word you spoke to them could be the last one they hear from you. It really brings things into perspective.

My boys drive me crazy, but it only takes something like this to make you realize what a gift they are. Sometimes we have to stop and really look at them as children, rather than just as something that—at that moment—is an annoyance, to really appreciate what we have.

Ethan, Aiden, if ever you read these posts, know that beneath it all, is a profound love for the both of you.

Give your kids an extra big hug today.

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2 thoughts on “Stopped in my tracks

    trishatruly said:
    July 7, 2009 at 3:38 pm

    It has always been one of my biggest fears: that one day I would realize that the last words one of my loved ones heard was not “I love you” but some insensitive, unthinking negative line that would haunt me till I died.

    It’s why I always say “I love you” when someone leaves or when I hang up the phone, or say good night.

    I believe that poor child knew how much he was loved. It is the best we have for consolation when something so profoundly horrible happens.

      dobeman said:
      July 8, 2009 at 8:48 am

      …when you call!

      HA HA HA! Just bustin’ your chops.

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