It’s Wednesday about 5:30pm and I realize I don’t have a baby anymore.
I am fighting to hold back the tears.
Unless you’ve gone through it, there is no possible way to understand the flood of emotions.
I have 8 kids.
Ammon’s my youngest.
He’s 6, 7 in September.
My little caboose.
My back seat buddy.
We were having a fun family day at Lagoon Amusement Park.
Riding rides. Watching the kids ride rides.
Then we cooled off at Lagoon-A-Beach.
Playing in the Kiddie Swim area was fun.
Sliding down the water slides.
Walking under the waterfall.
Swinging on the water swings.
Then, he wanted more.
What about trying that big slide with my big brothers and sisters?
Are you sure? What if you fall off the tube?
I won’t fall.
Okay, if you’re sure.
He goes down, through 5 pool areas and 5 slide areas.
He doesn’t fall and he’s smiling.
He wants to go again.
Mom, will you go with me this time?
Do you want me to carry your tube?
No, I can.
We go up and up and up, many, many, many steps.
Do you want me to help you get on?
No, I can do it.
I watch him leave in front of me.
I see him swoosh into the first pool area.
And, he f a l l s. He’s all the way under the water.
I gasp!
He stands up and looks around.
I yell! Ammon, are you okay?
Yeah mom! I’m getting back on.
I follow him down.
He’s laughing and smiling and is so b i g.
We get to the bottom.
Can we go again mom?
Okay.
Again mom?
Okay.
Just 2 more times mom, please?
Okay, just 2 more.
Were you scared when you fell?
No, it was fun!
He’s my last one. How will I ever let go?
