He Didn’t Mean It That Way

Bob: What is the value of your life right now?

Me:
This is a legitimate question.

How do we measure quality of life versus quantity? That’s what we’re really debating. We only have so many days on this planet. I only have so many Springs with my sons. This one is pretty crappy. We visit museums, friends, family, gymnastics, jiu-jitsu, parks, and new places every week. We go on road trips, we camp, and we adventure. They both have birthdays during the lockdown. I can hardly get them a decent ice cream. I can’t get them the piles of books they find on our many trips to the library.

This is precious developmental time. I’m doing everything I can to love on them and give them opportunities to explore their vast curiosity, but time is wasting away. They were supposed to start going on on-camera auditions last month. They worked hard to earn an agent. Their dreams, their passions, and their curiosity is being bootheeled under fear.

And maybe this sounds too fantastical to believe, that these kids are over privileged or I’m exaggerating something. They lost their mother to viral and bacterial infections two years ago. No underlying, no preexisting, no autoimmune issues…boom…two weeks. Dead. The flu. That killer of the young and healthy.

They know about death better than anyone who is willing to give up one day in the sunshine to live a couple more days in the dark.

God bless and thank you for reading,

Jason