The year before last, I was blessed with a very bright, sweet, wonderful little girl in my class who has forever left her mark on my heart.
She was every teacher's dream. Motivated, loved learning...
Her "mother" was just dropping her off at school a couple of weeks ago. I remember noticing that she didn't 'look' like she felt too good when I pulled into school behind her.
Long story short... her mom died yesterday.
They only had a little time to embrace the news.
She told me on Friday that her mom "didn't even know who I was last night, so I just pet her hair and try to get her to take a drink. It's already that bad."
But as I hugged her today, I realized just how difficult "forever" is to grasp for a 9 year old... even as bright as this one. I know I certainly can't grasp it.
What can you do?
Except run home as fast as you can ... and ever so thankfully hug your own kids, and wonder why you are so blessed to live the life you have!
8 years ago