I've been thinking a lot about Terri Schiavo. She's a woman I don't even know personally, but I cannot seem to get her out of my mind... I'm sure it's because of all the media coverage, but perhaps it is
also because she's about the same age as I am.
Thinking back to 1990 (when she experienced the heart attack), I was a relatively young, divorced mother, and even though I was in a constant state of exhaustion from teaching unruly teenagers during the day-- and managing supper, homework, baths, housework, etc., at night, my life was still very rich and full because of my children... my two sons.
I cannot help but think about Terri Schiavo as I look in the mirror and compare my face to hers.
She was never able to have and hold a child of her own and watch him as he smiled the very first time with those bright little eyes. She never saw him take those awkward first few steps and she never had the opportunity to laugh excitedly as she heard "Ma-Ma" or "Da-Da" the first time ...all those little events that we parents recall as bittersweet memories after our children have grown.
I can still vividly see my boys as they were one day in the summer of 1985. They had gone outside after a heavy rain to "make mud-pies" and... after a few minutes I walked out to check on them. Both quickly turned around and all I could see were the great big eyes of two little boys covered head-to-toe with mud, and I mean they were
really covered in it!
Well, at first I was irritated because they were so wet and dirty (an understatement), however I couldn't help but relent, because-- after all, I was the one who had allowed them to go out there in the first place.
Anyway, I will
never forget those muddy little faces happily smiling up as they each exclaimed, "Mama, look at me!"
Getting all muddy had been a brand new adventure for each of them.
So, I did what any proper Southern mother would do... I got out the water hose and sprayed each of them down -- we all laughed and had so much fun that day.
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Strangely, this has brought me to the parents of Terri. God, how they must have suffered.