Things a Mother Might Ask

As the familar sound of gunfire and fireworks ring out on the streets of Beirut I start thinking of what this next year will bring for us.

My older son is already counting down the days until he turns 7 and I try like hell to turn back the clock. No success of course but I still wanted to try.

My younger son, fast asleep already gave me a scare when I walked in and saw his eyes wide open. He wasn’t moving and well…you can imagine the rest. He’s ok of course but I still wonder how much longer these eipisodes of fear I have regarding my kids will last. I be they will last my lifetime and never really go away completely.

I think about my husband who, instead of being all nice and toasty warm in freezing Beirut ringing in the New Year with us, he is off in Sierra Leone, sweating and battling Mallaria at the moment. He is still calling me everyday so I imagine it is a mild case. Either way, I don’t like that he is all the way over there and I am all the way over here.

I stress about Mallaria because it has lasting effects on those that get this illness but there is not really much I can do other than wish I could be there to tease him, I mean care for him. If he reads this he will maybe laugh *SMILE*.

I won’t make resolutions and my only hope will just be this, my hope to be a better person than I was the year before. That’s really all anyone can hope for right?

I hope everyone has a nice start at 2009 and an even better middle and end.