“It’s not that they can be taken out of this world that strikes the worst fear in me. We all live with that truth. It’s that I could be left behind. My deepest fear is trying to survive in a world that had them in it and lost them.”
I can’t even imagine a world without my two babies in it. So I worry. I fret. I check on them several times a night to make sure they are still breathing. I am constantly telling Blue-Eyed Boy to be careful. I pray, everyday, that God wouldn’t take my babies from me. I don’t think I would survive that.
Her post really hit home for me, as I think it will every Mother. Go read it.