I have to say that I have had a very difficult time remaining positive today. A million what if scenarios have gone through my mind. A father is not supposed to be around to see his child die. I've tried not to dwell on these ideas today, but trying not to dwell on an idea is usually an exercise in futility.
What an incredible risk parenthood must be. Given my profession, I'd like to think I have a slightly better
understanding of appreciation for how complex the task is; but, what I am just starting to comprehend is the feeling of helplessness that parents must have--and our babies are wrapped in the relative safety and comfort of a nearby womb. How will I feel once they're out in the world?
Today, I reflect on my friends, and dream about my children. Yes, I've thought about all the what ifs. But, I've also thought about lives lived with passion. And as I do that, I try to forget the fear that can paralyze us in our journeys.