Thursday, May 31, 2018
Thoughts and Prayers
3 years ago I sat on my front porch and cried.
I had been diagnosed with cancer at the age of 45.
I was terrified of my future.
The husband sat next to me in shock, witness to my panic.
"I can't die.
I declared it to him.
"I am NOT done (with the teenage boy)!
I have to at least get him through high school.
I need to see him graduate.
He still needs a mom."
3 weeks ago that teenage boy (man?) made me laugh.
We reminisced about the last few years.
We talked about his upcoming graduation.
I told him how proud I was of him and how hard he had worked.
He told me of his plans, his dreams, his future.
We remembered his high school experiences.
We remembered his accomplishments.
I teared up a bit, thankful I was still here.
I appreciated that moment.
He said, casually, "But mom, don't forget about the best thing about me graduating.
Don't forget about my most important high school accomplishment."
I chuckled and said, "Oh, what is that?"
"I never got shot."
My son said that to me.
My baby boy, born 3 weeks early said that to me.
My toddler boy, my little boy, my teenage boy, my adult son....
...he said that to me.
"I never got shot."
It was one of those moments that,
broke my spirit.
My soul cracked.
He was joking about it.
But he wasn't.
We tried to laugh about it.
But we couldn't.
"Come on mom, in this day and age, that has to count for something."' he said,
trying to lessen the impact
that was obvious
on my face.
I'm very much aware that danger is everywhere and bad things can happen anywhere at any time.
But this is about what is forefront in your brain. This is about being afraid.
This is about walking out the door, backpack slung over your back, homemade sandwich tucked in the third pocket. Pencils sharpened. Homework done, organized in the first pocket. This about saying goodbye to your mom.
This is about your mom fighting cancer, hoping to see you graduate from high school.
This is about walking out of your home, 17 days before you graduate from high school,
grateful that you haven't been shot there.
This is about wondering which one was the bigger threat.
There's a lot of life left,
for the boy and I, we hope.
He has a few days left of high school.
We both have a lifetime of needing to
walk out the door, without fear.
We would appreciate your
thoughts and prayers.
We've heard that's the solution.