On monday night we were all sitting together at the dinner table chatting.
The girls are fascinated by age and love to play this game “when I’m x, how old will you be?”
J went big on this. “When A is 80, F, you will be 74 and S will be 70”. The kids loved it!
I watched their happy faces and tried to imagine them sitting together having fun, at those ripe old ages.
And I could. Except for F. This little thought fluttered through my head so fast that it was almost imperceptible.
“Will F reach 74?”
I didn’t have this thought about the other two.
Now, you never know what the future will bring and I don’t know what it means, that I can picture S and A in their 70s and 80s but draw a blank when it comes to F.
I don’t even want to try and interpret it.
But I just bet that all of you out there, with kids with a chronic illness, will have that same fluttering thought if you play this game.
You might even have that thought about yourself.
Is life just so much closer to the edge when you are sick?