Thursday, May 2, 2013

Boyd never fails to pick up on things, ask questions, and add in his two cents worth daily. The wheels in his brain never stop churning. Therefore, these weeks post Boston marathon have been a little rough for us as a family.  When I was finally able to call him while I was in Boston he told me first thing, "Mommy there were two explosions." Then he repeatedly told me, "I love you Mommy."  I assured him I was safe, that I loved him too, and we said a prayer for those who were hurt or scared. 

When I got home he asked me multiple times, "Mommy when are you going to die?" He told me, "I don't want to die, I want to live forever." "I don't want you to die." "When are you going to die."  This was tough for me as I struggle/struggled through the stages of grief.  The only thing I could respond was, that is why we believe in God, so we can live forever. 

Boyd, I wish I could protect you and our family from all the wrong, harm, and hurt in the world but I can't.  So I pray that you have to strength to overcome, to find acceptance in unimaginable situations, to get up stronger every time you get knocked down, and to live each day with love.