Coming back in my office, I listened to the voicemail from daycare – “James had an accident… he’s ok, but…” The world stands still. The awareness that my son had been hurt, had experienced pain, had cried out and I had been elsewhere – unable to hug, comfort, and wipe tears.
It ended up being nothing too bad, but I was aware that with the smallest change in the accident, it would have been everything. One inch higher and it would have scratched the eyeball – it could have meant loss of sight, loss of parental peace and confidence, loss of life as we know it.
Driving to pick him up that afternoon, I entered that space – the space where life stands still. It is the frightening space where the Fragility of life rears its ugly head and demands that you pay attention. It’s as if you realize Fragility has been living in your house and you didn’t even see it. Continue reading






