I’ve decided that I’d rather be a toddler than a widow…

Watching Nathaniel has caused me to come to this decision.  I’d rather be a toddler than a widow….

When you’re a toddler

  • It’s perfectly acceptable to cry in public.
  • People think you’re cute even when teary eyed.
  • You can throw temper tantrums and cry and wail, flail and scream, kick and punch and everybody just says it’s normal.
  • It’s okay to release every emotion and get everything all out on the table.
  • You can release every emotion within a matter of a few minutes and it’s okay and you’re not crazy.
  • Things that were “the end of the world” five minutes ago are all fixed now.
  • Ice cream fixes anything.
  • A kiss makes boo boos and pain disappear and turns the whole world right again.
  • Hugs and snuggling are two of the best things in the world!
  • There’s always somebody to comfort you and hug you when you have a bad dream.
  • You’ve always got somebody to re-assure you and give you confidence and  strength.
  • Somebody else does all the worrying… you get to play and there are lots and lots of toys.
  • You don’t even know what bills are.
  • Somebody else makes sure that you have yummy, nutritious, warm meals.
  • You don’t have to drive.
  • There are no major decisions for you to make.
  • Life is simple and uncomplicated.
  • Somebody else looks after you.
  • Somebody else always has your best interests at heart- for your health, your well being, and your future…
  • You are the most important thing in somebody’s world.
  • You always have somebody who loves you to guide and encourage you- a built in cheerleader and pep talk.
  • Unconditional love.
  • Simple pleasures make for big delights.
  • People say, “What a cute big belly.”  and smile sincerely.
  • Life is innocent.
  • Life is carefree.
  • Once the tears are wiped away, it’s time to laugh and play and the tears are behind you… in the past… gone… time for a toy!

These are just a few of the reasons that I’ve decided that I’d rather be a toddler than a widow.  It could be that I’ve been up for 29 hours and can’t quite think straight, but I can”t think of a single worthwhile benefit to being a widow.

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About Mary K. Smith

I was widowed in July 2009, when I lost my beloved husband, John, to melanoma. Cancer SUCKS. We have a young son who was just a year old when his father died. I live on a small farm in Maryland which is home to horses, cats, and a dog. I started this blog as a way for me to heal, a way to remember my husband, and eventually I'd like to share it with our son so he can see the love that his father had for him, the love that we had for each other, what a great person his father was, and how hard his father fought to live.
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