July 11, 2011 by Jo
Something You Hope You Never Have to Do
This one is easy and took absolutely no time to answer. I hope I never, ever have to bury one of my kids. There simply isn’t much to say beyond that.
I know if I did encounter that scenario it would be for a reason; there would be a higher purpose for it. But I can’t even begin to imagine the pain. So I don’t, and will continue to pray for long fruitful lives for the kids.
Before I had children in my life 24/7 I could stomach certain storylines in entertainment; a possessed child here, a child who died and now haunts someone there.
Now that my offspring walk this planet? I can’t do it. Jeff and I went to see Shutter Island right after Nola Jean was born. I spent 85% of the film with my face firmly buried in his chest. I couldn’t watch and the movie ended up giving me nightmares.
A good friend and role model of mine went through losing her baby to leukemia several years ago and I am still in awe of how she allowed God to be her comfort and strength in that trying time. Back then, before I was married and a mother, I thought I understood her pain. But that was short-sighted and selfish of me; now that I have offspring on this planet, I am so humbled by the thought of what she went through. It makes my stomach churn. I just can’t imagine how life could go on.
So that’s it, plain and simple. Every other scenario out there pales in comparison to that.
This extremely morbid but honest post is part of the 30 Days of Truth Blog Challenge. You can find the list here.