She’s outside and I am going crazy.
It has been a beautiful and early spring but having Anna
outside and playing causes me so much worry.
It is in the dirt and mud and water, I am told, that the evil “pseudos”
lurk, waiting for a chance to invade her lungs. How does one avoid these things
that will make her sick for the rest of her life?
Every time she falls I want to wash her hands. I want to
yank her fingers out of her mouth as she chews on them. I want to strap her in
a stroller and never let her out. I want
to slather her in hands sanitizer…..
I want her to be happy. I want her to play. I want to see
her curls bounce in the sunlight. I want
her to bounce the ball she loves so much.
I want her to live… for a long time.
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