Sometimes it takes a tragedy to put things in perspective.
Tonight I was planning on writing another happy go-lucky blog about nothing in particular. Earlier today I'd heard the tragic news that Captain America is dead, and I felt moved to weigh in on the cultural impact. An American icon has been assassinated...what does this say about the state of our society? Is this really the end, or will he be resurrected via some strange subplot involving Dr, Strage and Galactus. And what is Genuine going to do?
But then I thought about Rob, whose newborn son Doss lost his battle for life on Sunday. Usually my defense mechanisms kick in at the slightest whiff of sadness (I'm much better at anger) but this news stuck with me and has been lurking in the back of my mind for the last few days.
Every night when I get home Cheeky is there to greet me. We usually giggle and laugh when I brandish my secret tickling weapon, or point out letters in books, or wrangle her into her pajamas. Every night I look forward to her laugh, and I take it for granted that we'll be playing again tomorrow.
Life is an incredibly precious thing. We get so used to the patterns of our lives that we sometimes forget that every day we unconsciously navigate a maze of dangers--floating in the air, speeding passed our eyes, coursing through our blood streams, or brewing in the clouds miles away. As parents we strive every day to not just protect our children from these dangers but to form a cocoon around them, postponing the day when they must begin reconciling the harshness of the real world with the boundless joy and potential they bring to it. In so doing we preserve our own youth, our own dreams, our own potential, and let the love we have for these alien beings--who spring into our lives demanding care and attention but radiating unrequited love--wrap us in our own warm cocoon, both protecting us and exposing us should that cocoon ever be pierced.
These last few days I've paused for a few moments in the midst of some flurry of Cheeky-related activity and reflected on how unbelievably lucky I am to have an adorable, smart, healthy child, and to be able to put on her little red ladybug boots so she can dance and read without her feet getting wet (or whatever her rationale is). In those moments my mind flashes through the joy of having her in my life, and the fear that something might take her away, and all the shades of emotion between.
Then she grabs my glasses and tells me what color my shirt is and I've moved on.
So take a moment tonight to stop by Rob's site and wish him and his family (including Doss' twin sister Jorja, who is doing well) the best during this incredibly difficult time. Then think about how lucky we all are to be here, to have friends and family who love us, and to bear witness to all life's wonderment all over again.
P.S. Once I get details on Captain America's memorial service I'll post them, too