Monday, 17 September 2012

Celebrate life

Life is short.

I've heard this little phrase hundreds of times over the years; taking it simply as a green light to do whatever while smugly assuming I will live forever. But things have changed.

Of all the new parent anxieties I was expecting, I wasn't prepared to feel scared about dying.  I'm sure this fear was created when my body was magically installing other 'mum super powers', you know, like eyes in the back of your head or soft hugs that will soothe away any tears. I mean, if I'm scared about dying then surely I will better protect my little family from danger, right?

I'm sure this is true, but part of me knows that now I've seen such a wonderful and precious side to life, I don't want this bubble to burst. I want to see my children grow up and I want to meet my grandchildren, desperately.

Does anyone else feel this way?

Yes, life is short. It really is. If I'm lucky, I'm expected to live till I'm 82. That's only 52 more summers on the beach, 52 more times that I'll see the blossom burst on the trees, 52 more cakes with candles, 52 more xmas BBQ's with family.

So, I've decided to live my life with another cliche in mind - "live each day as if it were your last". With extra kisses, cuddles, lattes, bubbles and cherries on top. I see no other option!

Is there anything you do to celebrate life each day?

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