Since my son’s birth I haven’t blogged. These last three months have been a sweet season of bonding with our firstborn, Samuel, and figuring out motherhood. Though I haven’t posted my writing, I have been doing a lot of reflecting and mentally honing my priorities in light of being a parent. What are the most essential things I want my son to know and experience?
Maria battled cancer for several years. All her neighbors knew she was dying and yet it took us by surprise. Since her diagnosis we encouraged her to fight and she did. Neighbors fought with her, sharing their own cancer survival stories. We prayed often. Friends babysat her boys and others drove her to appointments. Others cleaned her house. Maria’s spirits were high despite her fatigue. She lost her hair and didn’t get out much and then it grew back and she was better. Then the cancer came back raging.
We sat cross-legged on the floor in rows. Our green-eyed kindergarten teacher, Mrs. Zebok was perched before us on a child sized chair, her knees pulled to her chest as she taught. Instead of listening to her, my eyes roamed around the room, focusing on the boy in front of me.