Blessed

I know I take it for granted how lucky we are. How blessed we are to have two healthy boys murkily wading about our lives. I barely even think about their health to be perfectly honest.  I mean that it in the high level sense, as I am still very much concerned about their level of activity and what foods they are currently jamming down their throats.  Thankfully we are highly influential about both of those actions.

But it’s the other health-related issues that I try not to think about. The devastating afflictions and diseases that other parents and families deal with every freaking second of every freaking day.  I am not obtuse or apathetic, just do not like forcing my brain to traverse along various dark threads of thought.

These are my boys!  My beacons of absolute brilliance.

To think of them any other way than chugging down ski hills, or giggling through an oopsy saucy movie or trying to take ridiculously out-of-range basketball jump shots seems pointless to me.  I use their goony images to pluck me out of beige meetings or sandwiched to the door subway commutes.  I rely on them, I need their existence to lift me from a bad to good mood, from good to great mood with their farty asses and even their melancholy, poignant moments of frustration and growth.

And yet recently, due to some concerns about another cherished family member, I was forced to briefly enter that realm of what if. Both for this remarkable boy and, as a result, my own totally healthy knock on wood boys.  Thankfully the darkest of dark things were ruled out, but there are still questions to be answered.

I have to take them to hockey tonight.  It’s a mad dash but I will not complain one bit.