Today my 1st grader daughter lost a class mate. A boy in her class, J lost his battle with Acute Lymphoblastic Leukaemia (ALL).
Miss E1 seems mostly unaffected by it as if she is not fully aware of what this really means. Although I wonder if it will come out as days go by. She wasn't particularly close to J. They weren't in the same class last year and he was diagnosed in February this year, so has been off school since the first term. I don't even know his poor mama (we have a very big school). But his passing is weighing heavily on my heart tonight.
J was a classmate. A son, brother, grandson, cousin and friend. A brave little fighter. And he was juste six years old. The loss of someone so young is a tragedy and tonight I am praying for peace and comfort for his family and our school community who loved him.
I don't understand why this happened, but J's passing leaves a footprint on my heart. This little boy who I have never met has changed my perspective today. His legacy is in what he has taught us to prioritise in our lives.
How many times a day do I pick up my phone and tell my children to wait a minute while I just....?
How many times do I yell, snap, get impatient or angry with my kids?
How many times a day do I take a photo of them, rather than living in that special moment with them?
How many times a day do I get frustrated at the not so positive behaviours of my kids?
I can guarantee you that if I was J's mama tonight, I would give anything to go back and relive every one of those moments over.
I imagine myself running out of time with my precious babies. They're only babies for such a short time. Only toddlers for a short time. Preschoolers, kinders, and someday they will be teenagers then adults. Time will go by quicker than I want it to. Will I be able to look back and remember those moments?
This has been on my heart and building for weeks now. As I nuzzle in to my newborn daughter and remember every smell, every sound, every milestone I find myself lamenting that they will be gone before I am ready for them to be so. And yet some people don't or won't get the privilege of each season and stage. How can I not be in awe of the wonder of being a mum?
I am resolving to be a more calm parent. To listen. To respond. To chose love over anger and frustration. To chose gentle instead of dismissive. To chose time over time lost. Because I am blessed to be in every moment of their lives. And I am blessed to have them in mine.
Hold your babies a little closer tonight. Cherish every second. Love every moment. Because every single one is a blessing we are gifted with and I know I personally have taken it for granted too often. That changes now.
Rest in peace brave boy. Your life, though short, was not in vain. You have made a difference.
Think BIG. Start small.