Thinking of my children

This week we had a tragic event happen. A child my son's age and whom my son played with pretty much on a daily basis died of an asthma attack. This is a child that my son played with all the time. To know that he will never be in my house again is such a sad thought. I know that there is always a reason for things to happen, but at the same time it upsets me greatly when it happens to someone so young. I can't even imagine the pain that his family is going through. I sat my son down and we spoke about it at length and he felt better about it, but you could see the usual sparkle that is in his eye had dimmed a little and to see that hurt. My kids are my life and I would do anything for them. I just wish I could protect them from stuff like that, but at the same time you know it's something they have to go through because it is a part of life.

So the lesson I learned was that no matter what you do or how protective you are of your children it doesn't matter because life will happen to them whether you want it or not.