There are days I don't miss my son. Not having a preschooler to entertain, or keep track of. My girls are old enough I don't have to worry about them. And they are way past potty training. I'm not sad to have missed out on that stage.
Then I feel guilty. I would have hated potty training but I would have been so proud of him when it was over. It would be work to keep him busy but I would have loved watching him learn.
It is hard to be glad that I'm past the "little" kids stage when I know I am missing out on my littlest one. But also want to be glad as my older two grow. I want to enjoy them getting older with out constant regret.
I cannot be sad that my son is in heaven. I cannot regret holding him for that short while. His life was precious but his eternal life is even more precious!
So is it ok to wish I was with him, to hope for eternity, rather than wishing he was with me?
