I have been slapped in the face with reality. Sometimes I like when this happens and sometimes I wish I could go back to living in my own little bubble. This is one of those good realizations but it just came about in an awfully tragic way. Why is it that awful things have to happen for us to remember what is important? I wish it wasn’t that way.
Yesterday I was seeing pictures of this adorable little red headed boy named Ryan in my feed on Instagram. I was curious so I followed the link to a blog named Diary of an Addict. A post titled “Red Balloons for Ryan“.
The loss of a little life is always hard to read. It is especially hard when Ryan is the same age as Shane. Accidents happen every day. If I could hold on to my kids and lock us in a bubble I would.
I can not imagine what this family is going through. I try to imagine and all I can do is hug my boys and never let go.
Which made me think. I spent the morning annoyed because I was nagging Owen to get dressed, yelling at the boys to stop fighting, wishing I could have gotten ten more minutes of sleep. Why? Is sleep more important than spending time with my kids? I should be grateful that Owen is here for me to nag. That Owen and Shane are here to fight. I am grateful for every second I have with them.
I decided that in honor of Ryan and his parents, I am going to put my phone down, be present and appreciate the time I have with these boys. My family is so important to me. They are my world. If something happened to one of them I don’t know what I would do.
Ok. Time for me to go play hide and seek with Shane.