Between dealing with Gem having a cold (that arrived in the form of separation anxiety), going away for the Easter break, sheer exhaustion from cold that Gem passed to me and watching back to back episodes of Breaking Bad Season 4, I’ve not prioritised my blogging.
Anyway, on to the topic of this post.
Despite not being on my blogging a-game, I have been lucky enough to be able to have spent some quality time with a few girlfriends over the last week. Not only has it been great but it made me realise how much I miss hanging out with my girls.
Shout out to my book club girls who made me laugh so much last Thursday that I had tears rolling down my face.
Seeing one of my girls so happy with her new baby girl made my heart sing and then getting all the gossip from my girl who was visiting from Lagos made me howl with laughter.
Today, however, I hung out with another one of my friends and we talked about so much including the morbid topic of who we would trust our daughters with if anything happened to us and our husbands and we were no longer here to be their parents.
It is a morbid topic – no doubt about that – and we acknowledged this.
However, I did realise that outside of our parents, it is very hard to choose who ❤Throb and I would trust to raise Gem in such horrific circumstances.
Certain issues on how ❤Throb and I would want Gem to be raised came up:
– religious beliefs
– educating her on issues of race
– being kind
– not being homophobic
– knowing her cultural background
– working hard
– continuing to be as happy and alert as she has been since she was born
– trusting her instincts
– fighting for what she believes in
– loving fearlessly; and
– developing an independent and sharp mind.
These were some of the non-trivial issues that came up and as I type I can think of a few other issues of importance that ❤Throb and I would like Gem to be raised knowing.
In addition to this, the financial burden of putting this responsibility on someone else isn’t trivial at all.
Talking about it not only made me think about the issues but brought a serious lump to my throat.
At the end of discussing this, my friend and I decided that we would definitely focus on living for at least 150 more years as not only was it just too massive a topic to get our heads round, it was too miserable a topic to be getting into over a slice of lemon drizzle cake. Living effectively forever would ensure that our kids would always have us there for them.
In reality, we can’t live forever.
Today however, ❤Throb and I can choose to live life fully, loving each other and working towards raising Gem – based on the list above – to be the best she can possibly be.
In other words, treating life as precious as it truly is.