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‘May I hold him?’ He looked as if he was taking a nap, his face sweet like an angel. His body was cold.’: 3-year-old boy tragically drowns while celebrating at grandparents’ lake house, ‘This can’t be happening. This isn’t happening’

“‘Momma, Levi fell in the water.’ I expected to turn and see him splashing. He wasn’t. The minute I saw his face, my heart sank to the pit of my stomach. ‘This can’t be happening. This isn’t happening.’ I had to fight. Water was coming out and his belly was full. I breathed in his mouth. I heard a voice from a man off the water say, ‘don’t blow too hard – it could hurt him,’ so I turned him on his side. I couldn’t give up on my baby.”

‘Lathered in sunscreen, poolside, I suddenly realized my son wasn’t with me. My eyes hit the shallow end. I spotted a toddler completely submerged in water. The world stopped. I plunged in.’

“I was not the mother to make this kind of error. The mother who looked away. ‘If he’s alive, he’d be kicking, fighting.’ Why wasn’t he fighting? I pulled him onto the cement and thrusted my hand against his back. Fingernails pink, skin pale, lips discolored. His white knuckles gripped my neck. ‘ANDREW. Andrew, please come back to me.'”

‘The Hidden Blessing of Single Parenting.’

“The moment we realize this blessing is more than recognition, a future spouse, friendships, prestige, or money, is when we can finally begin to understand it. Because it isn’t anything tangible or even visible to people around us.”

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