What can YOU say in six sentences?
Here we are once again at the hospital, waiting in a trauma room where it is obvious that life is tethered to ability and chance. You are on a gurney, doe-eyed and afraid, with monitors and machines behind you, and paddles on the shelf next to you, as you inquire about the two digital clocks on the wall above us and why they are set at different times. I mention to you that one is on Dubai time and the other is set at Greenwich Mean time- failing to mention that because we live in a large expatriate community, they are set differently to accurately mark the time of death.
The doctor is impressed that I can sit and cradle your small head calmly as he lances an insect bite that has abscessed into an angry mound, which he then delves deep inside of in an effort to expel what lies beneath. There seems to be a nurse in me still, who left school behind to follow my heart and a man, a pilot, that I knew at the time, could be more than my career would ever allow for; and one of us had to be at home.
I sift your blond hair tenderly through my fingers as I guide your head toward my gaze and gently through fear while the medications have left you feeling small and bewildered. Motherhood gives you unintended wings that surpass everything in that solemn moment of fear and above its flame we soar, we fly, and no matter from how high or how hard you fall...I will always try to catch you.