Tonight as I was tucking Aidan in, the song 'Wanted' by Hunter Hayes came on so I started singing it to him while he held my finger. I love singing to my kids. I watched as his eyes grew heavier and heavier, then for a second pop open and look into mine. I could barely hold it together. It makes me ache to know I cannot guarantee anything for him like I can his sisters. I cant guarantee he won't relapse at some point in his life, I can't even guarantee he will start kindergarten cancer free. And that kills me.
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