Life is short.
You really see this when you start having kids and they grow 5 inches taller and 2 years older seemingly overnight.
A nurse friend of ours from our midwife's office shared that she and our midwife had just gone to the funeral of a little girl they'd delivered. She was 4 years old and had died from blunt trauma by running into a swing and rupturing her spleen. Four years old.
I don't have any four -year-olds anymore, but my hubby and I teach that the Pre-K/K group in Sunday School...that's 4-, 5-, and 6-year-olds. That could have been any one of our 4-year-old students.
I couldn't imagine life without one of my children.
It was very sobering.
To top it off, she was a cousin to several of the girls who died in the Amish School shootings last year. Her mother is the sister of one of the mothers of the girls.
Another mom-friend of mine shared this story about her 10-year-old son:
He asked if, hypothetically speaking, a boy's father was killed in the war, would the boy have to go to school the next day?
She told him that she was sure his mother would allow him to stay home that day.
To which he replied, "Yes, he would need to stay home because the mom would need lots and lots of hugs."
Life is short.
Give those hugs now....
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