When our kids are out of sight, our worries often multiply. That is how it is with me anyway. I remember moving BoBo from the wooden cradle that sat on the floor just beside my bed into the crib in his room. I wasn’t able to roll over and look down on him and verify that he was still breathing; I had to get up and walk to the other room to check on him. It made uninterrupted sleeping a thing of the past as I would wake myself up every couple of hours and check on him.
So when I couldn’t take off from work to watch YaYa’s first football game, I was sick just thinking about the prospect of him getting injured and me not being there. It doesn’t help things that BoBo is going to be even farther away. Everything is so top secret, I’m not sure how long it would be before I was told if he were to become injured.
All I can do is put my two hands together and pray for my boys’ safe keeping.