I had a terrible revelation last night…
My husband and I were in bed watching the Doctor Who special (yes, we’re geeks and I kinda love David Tennant so SHUT IT) and this particular story was set in the year 2059.
I didn’t give the year 2059 a second thought until my husband randomly noted out loud that our daughter will be 59 in 2059.
For some reason I was compelled to do the math in my head and I realized I would be 92 in 2059. And most likely dead.
I will be dead someday. Intellectually, I KNOW this. But for some reason it hit me particularly hard.
There will come a day that my kids are very much grown up and I won’t be here.
And I really wanted to cry.
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Sometimes, when they are dazzled by a moment, I whisper in their ears, “Mama is going to be in this moment loving you forever.” A part of me believes it’ll come back to them some day when I cannot.
And now, I am crying too.
That’s really beautiful..
Make Pie sad.
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Awww, I sowwy
I have these thoughts with an uncomfortable frequency.
Life is weird.
*hug*
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I’m sorry to report it doesn’t get any easier as they get older {{hug}}
Shiz, 2059? I can barely wrap my brain around 2010. But yes, it will come and it’s sad to ever think of not being there for our kids. {sending hugs} -Christine
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Aww…
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I keep thinking that I need to record little messages to them for when this time comes. Even if they’re grown, I bet they’d love to hear my perspectives on our world currently, my advice, even me reading a children’s book. Recordings from my mom and grandmothers would be precious to me now (and they’re even still alive!).
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Dude, this may be an unpopular perspective what with the loving our kids and everything, but I personally have zero interest in being around here when I’m 92 and all kinds of needing to be taken care of. By my children. Who will likely have their own kids to be loving/bitching about. I so don’t want to be the obligatory Sunday nursing home visit. My kids are awesome and they’ll be awesome after I’m dead too. I’m enjoying the now.
.-= Kami’s last blog post…In Case of Emergency =-.
Trust me..I do NOT want to be here when I’m 92 and esp. not in a fricken nursing home. OH HELL NO! But the idea that I won’t always be here or be able to see my grandchildren grow up makes me sad nonetheless. I really didn’t mean it in a literal way.
The other day I was brushing my daughter’s hair and I had this thought: “OMG, I’m standing here brushing my daughter’s hair. This kid who is 8 and growing faster every day is MINE.” Oh the revelations. They can kick your ass sideways.
OK, this is probably just a fluke of mommybloggers, but I too will be 92 in 2059 and my son will be 59 as well. But I intend to be there, alive and well (no nursing home for me!)
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Love the title of your post! Seth was talking about being a grandpa someday and asked about something. I had to tell him that I’d prob be dead at that point. And he got so upset over the thought. It was really touching considering how I’m such a mean, no fun mom! But isn’t it wierd to realize that life goes on? Someday they WILL get old. Their lives will run its particular course, as ours have.
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nice, melancholic blogpost.. i sometimes have those thoughts, too and remind myself that eventually we won’t be here anymore. might as well spend every moment with them worth it. =)
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