the stock show is not something i’d usually think to do with the kids. but it was a nice day and i had a lot on my mind.
a way -too-young mother (of a three and a 5 year old) from our church died suddenly on new years day. the boys and i had spent the morning of the funeral helping out with the kids during the service. the juxtaposition of the kids in the playroom being loud and roudy and the room next door where the casket was really got to me. one door separated life from death. i stood by that door for a while during the prayer service before the funeral started to ensure the kids didn’t open the door and run in. two of the kids in the playroom with us were the decedent’s. powerful stuff.
watching the young attendees wiping the tears as they walked out of the church from the window of the door i was standing by, i plotted on how we could make the most of the rest of day as a way to celebrate life. i thought it might be fun to do something totally new for us. i called one of my dearest friends who loves to do impulsive things and convinced her to tag along on our idea to head to the National Western Stock Show. we made some memories and had lots of new experiences along the way.
my thoughts are continually with the family that lost their mother in this new year. may we all embrace life (both good and bad) and make the most of each day we have together. it is truly a gift.
“Your children are not your children,” writes poet Kahlil Gibran. “They are the sons and daughters of Life’s longing for itself. They came through you but not from you and though they are with you yet they belong not to you.”