Enjoy Every Moment
I was just stepping out of a cab yesterday morning when I heard on the radio that actress Natasha Richardson was brain-dead and on life support. Amidst the cascade of endless bad news these days, there are few things that make me pause. This was one of them.
My mind could not comprehend how a young mom, so vibrant & talented, could suffer catastrophic brain damage after a seemingly innocent fall on a beginner ski-slope. It didn't seem real. It doesn’t seem fair. And yet, it can happen in an instant to anyone of us. That’s what makes it so sad and so tragic
During those perfect moments when I’m holding my daughters, I always think how precious life is. How incredible it would be to freeze time and stay this happy forever. I want to remember every second, every smile, every laugh. I want to store all the funny things they say and do; the way they sleep and play; the way their eyes light up when they have learned something new. I get frustrated when my mom reminds me of something they did that somehow has gotten lost in my over-cluttered memory.
In photographs, my girls look so big until I see them next to me, then they appear so small and fragile and innocent. My older daughter called me in tears the other day, “Mommy, is it true when you die your life is over. That’s it. You never come back.” I was at work in the middle of a meeting. “Well, what happens is your soul goes up to heaven and becomes a baby again and then you come back in a different way,” I said thinking of Buddha, reincarnation and how best to stall for time. This was not one of those conversations I could have at work much less over the phone. I needed to be able to look in her eyes, explain, comfort, read her expressions, manage her confusion and make her feel safe. Of course it was her younger sister who was tormenting her with existential comments about life and death.Continued on the next page