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The day she was born my first thought was, I will never be without worry again in my life. At that point, “my life” was a very long time to worry. Nearly 19 years later, I still believe that I will never be without worry. I thought it would take longer to get to this point. At the time, it seemed like I would never survive it. None of the worries that I have had, looking back at them, seem so earth shaking or life altering, but I know that they have shaped who we both have become.
They started out small, thank goodness. Is she still breathing??? Yes, of course, right there in her crib where she belongs. Will formula now and then be a bad thing? Immunizations: yes or no? As she grew, so did the worries. She teetered around the house cracking her head on everything that was too big for her to put in her mouth and possibly choke on. I always thought that babies should be attached to bungee cords that were hooked to the ceiling. That way they could fall but never hit the ground.
Then there came that fateful day at the park when she slid down the ladder of the slide. Not quite two and weighing about as much as her new baby sister, Trinity slipped on the top step. The second she slipped that slide grew from 4 to 45 feet high. She bashed her little face on every one of those 800 rungs. As I ran to her, I could see the blood pouring out, as I grabbed her I noticed it was bubbling from her mouth. Oh my God, internal injuries, punctured lung. Off we went for our first...
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My son and I wrote this when he was five. He is 14 now and we still will tell it to each other from time to time. We never did come up with a title.
He was never really sure why he told that first lie. It seemed like such a little thing when his mother asked if he had washed his hands, he hid his hands so that his parents could not see and said, "Yes." But then he realized that he kind of liked feeling like this. He had gotten away with it. Things were so busy at their house, he could probably get away with this forever. When he came in from playing, he would run straight to the bathroom and turn on the water so his mom would think he had remembered to wash up. On bath nights he would put water in the tub and spend his time throwing toys into the water making big splashes. After his "bath" he would run up to his room so his parents wouldn't see. By the time they came up to check, he was under the covers and the light was off, his lie was safely hidden from their view. But then things started to get bad. The dirt piled on until his hands were so crusty that he couldn’t bend his fingers to turn on the water even if he wanted to wash. His finger nails got longer and started to curve over. They were supported by the dirt underneath them so they would never break. They were turning into claws.
Because he could no longer get his huge, crusty, claws around the spigot, he couldn’t turn on the water to wash the gunk off the rest of him and...
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