A few short months after the loss of our baby boy, my eldest son and I were taking a bus trip into town. It was an exciting time for him, as he loved taking the bus anywhere as it was such a novelty!
We were seated near the front of the bus, and he was busy talking to me about all the buildings, cars, trucks, other buses and the other things he could see. He was pure 2-year-old enthusiasm; happy, joyful and excited! I was enjoying his enthusiasm despite feeling bus-sick (yes, I am an adult who still gets motion sick…)
As a parent who has lost a child, I am acutely aware of how quickly life can change or end. In an instant, our whole world can be turned upside down. Life is short, and precious.
Regardless of whether you have lost someone or not, we all want to make the most of our life. We want to look back without regret. We want to live our life fully; to appreciate it and not feel we are constantly ‘waiting’ until we can live that life.
But how do we honour that feeling? How do we ensure our life has purpose? What spurs us into action? How do we bring joy back into the everyday?
Truthfully, the biggest motivator for me is contemplating my ending.