Just a thought and I don't want to upset anyone but this is something that has really hit home to me today. I haven't changed my name for this so if anyone recognises me at school or anywhere, talk to me. Today was the funeral of a 14 year old boy (who died last Sunday) and his little brother is in my littlest son's Reception class. My little one has been full of questions about dying and life and it's hard as a Mum to keep it low key. The lad died of an asthma attack, was an avid rugby player and although I didn't know him personally, lots of my friends do and it's really made me think. What does it matter what state their room is in, have they cleaned their teeth, have I nagged at them for the millioneth time about homework, rugby boots, etc etc etc...
My Dh asked me last week when all this happened why it had affected me so much and I couldn't really answer him, but now I can...
Because I am a Mum, I love my children and I can't imagine losing one of them. I have tried so hard this week to be nicer, kinder and yet kids are hard work, they are difficult. I really have tried to listen to them this week, instead of saying like I usually do "I'm too busy"... and every night this week, I've peeked at them, even the 14 year old and thought that I am so lucky. I have four children, noisy, horrible at times, loud but they are here.
For anyone that's lost a child, I send you love. For everyone that's trying for a child, I wish you love and luck. For everyone that has a child, love them now, because they are such a gift and I just wanted to share my feelings. Every child is special and I have realised this week (and when I have read mumsnetters stories) that all that matters is that kiss/ hug that says "I love you".