I was going to make a silly post this morning about how the Wee One is at a stage in which she is not old enough for stand-up diaper changes, but too close to crawling to stand to stay still for lie-down diaper changes, which results in her squirming around the house with a bare bottom a lot of the time, while I chase after her with a diaper in hand.
But really, all I can think about is that friends of ours just found out that their 10-month-old son has liver and lung cancer. Kind of makes posts about troublesome diaper changes seem stupid.
I just want to hug my kids really tight and then thank the universe that we’ve been lucky enough to have three healthy children, so far, knock wood.
Frivolity will resume tomorrow.
TurtleHead 
Oh my god.
Whenever I hear about this it always makes me think about the revelation I had when we started having kids. I just never appreciated the incredible extremes of emotion that having children takes you to until I had one of my own. Stories such as this would probably make me think “how sad”, but I’d move on very quickly.
And now, I have a child, and I love him more than I ever knew I could love anything, and it makes me want to tell my parents how sorry I am for all of the times I spurned them or hurt them because they loved me in the same way and I didn’t appreciate it or know what it meant because I was young.
And hearing this story, I’m sure I can still only begin to imagine the sadness that news like this must bring to your friends. If I were writing this on paper it would certainly be stained with tears. Against all likelihood, I hope things work out for them.
I so, so totally hear you. After we had the Captain, I could no longer stand to watch any kind of TV show or movie where a child was placed in jeopardy. I just identified too strongly and I couldn’t handle it.
And now I find myself saying stuff to my kids that my mom said to me, and I so completely understand her now and really appreciate all that she was trying to tell me — about 30 years too late.
It’s wonderful and strange and terrible how being a parent totally changes your view of the entire world.
As for our friends (you may know them — Cynthia was in our class at university), we’re praying for them and hoping for the best.
Stories like this terrify me now. All I can think is that could be my child…please don’t let it be my child, because it can’t by my child.
Ten months old. That is just horrifying.
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