He tries on the brand-new bright-white Grade 0 takkies with his brand-new even brighter-whiter socks because there’s still time for me to return them if his feet have stretched out long in long holiday weeks.
Only thirteen more beginnings.
Thirteen more Januaries. Thirteen more sets of stationery and thrift-shop-bargain uniforms and first-days of new grades. That’s a baker’s dozen and time will scoff the years hot and fresh and we’ll wonder what happened to them and we should’ve taken time to smear them thick with butter and savour them. Slowly.
I hear the still small voice –
Be there.
Be there to smear thick with memories. Be there and be fun. Be there and let him hear the smile in my voice not the sigh – this child of mine who hears things behind words and can spot a fake with 20/20 vision in his world of blurs. Be there and let the Lego lie and let the Prestik tug at the paint because his scribbles are wild imaginings that shape his world and he is art. Be there and let his little brother line up cars in vast lots beneath his bed. Hit save and leave the laptop and be there to roll out dozens of identical green playdough snakes because these are the moments that add up to a childhood under this roof so that when he is free to go he will be all filled out and filled up. Made brave and beloved.
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Dalene Reyburn 
For me, being there will mean:
Being there while my granddaughter fights for her life against Philadelphia Positive Acute Lymphoblastic Leukemia;
Being there while her parents have to be strong while their precious child is being pumped full of chemo and other horrific drugs to destroy the cancer;
Being there for my husband who is my rock – to appreciate him;
Being there when there is absolute chaos is my (usually) ordered life;
Being there in this altered reality where very little makes sense;
Being there when “brave” and “courageous” are meaningless words and my heart is shattered;
Being there when God whispers:
It is ok. Because I AM here!”
Sharing this type of personal feelings is not usually what I do.
Please tread carefully on them.
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So sorry for your pain. Because I am a Grandmom too I know how devastating it would be for me to see my child and grandchild suffer like this. You are all in my thoughts and prayers
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Maretha, your faithfulness is such a blessing! Thank you! x
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Praying with you, Ingrid. I wish I had words to comfort or bring understanding, but just know that our hearts are with you. Much love
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Being there will mean putting oughts aside while my precious daughter and newgrandson visit for three weeks from the UK
Being there when my ageing mother and mother in law are with me — putting aside my rushing to do the next thing
Being there means putting my smartphone in my bag and not looking at it when I am spending time with people
Ingrid so much compassion goes out to you and may God bring complete healing – these things seem so desperately unfair
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Thanks Terry! Yip, I’ve really got to work on the smartphone thing…. Shoo. Much love x
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