Don’t let go of me, momma!! Those were the words that
Mighty Z kept saying to me today during her CAT scan. How many times this
little girl has told me not to let go of her? 1,000? 10,000? More? Every time she has ever had to go through
something that frightened her she has echoed those words, over and over and
over “Don’t let go of me”. I think that her telling me not to let go of her
when she is frighten is because I am her anchor, her safe harbor. She knows
that no matter what happens I won’t let go. Yet those words haunt me and I try
my hardest to never let go of her no matter how slippery or how hard it gets. What is difficult is trying to wrap my head
around is what if? What if our hands get too slippery and I can’t grab back on?
What if I mess up and somehow lose my grip? That can never happen, I have to stay
steadfast and cement my hand to hers I can ever let go!!! I don’t know why
today these words scared me a bit, but they did. Sometimes the magnitude of
what we go through on this journey is realized and I have to face the facts,
and sometimes I walk through this journey like it is a walk in the park. I
think this is how I cope, but I know one thing for sure I will never let go
until she tells me too.
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