In a joyous chapter of Texa's childhood, she eagerly explored the fascinating world of slime—a phase that evokes fond memories for many parents, including myself. Whether buying the gooey substance from the store or concocting her magical blends, Texa wholeheartedly embraced the role of a curious mad scientist. She tirelessly experimented with different recipes, aiming to discover the perfect mix of colors and textures. Texa's greatest joy came from sharing these delightful creations with friends, turning her hobby into a heartwarming and generous pastime.
However, Texa's usual excitement took an unexpected turn one specific afternoon in our familiar homeschool classroom, casting a shadow over the once-happy atmosphere. In frustration, she forcefully slammed the mixing bowl onto the table, causing chaos as bright green goo splattered across every surface. This dramatic scene prompted Texa to retreat to her bedroom in tears, leaving me to navigate the aftermath.
Upon entering the homeschool room, the evidence of her emotional outburst was clear and undeniable—bright green slime decorated every corner, glistening shards of glass scattered on the floor, and handprints were left on various surfaces. Despite my best efforts to erase the visible traces of her distress, remnants of Texa's frustration endured for years, quietly but powerfully reminding me of that tumultuous moment.
However, as I contemplated how these fingerprints would eventually fade, a profound question surfaced: What lasting connections would withstand the relentless march of time?
Even though Texa's spiritual presence is with Jesus, the desire for physical closeness persists. My maternal instincts echo a deep yearning to feel the touch of my beloved child, emphasizing the challenging task of dealing with grief. This journey goes beyond guilt or pain, focusing instead on the need for a physical connection until the promised reunion in heaven. It is an enduring quest fueled by the profound and unwavering bond between a mother and her child.
[King David said] "Could I bring the child back to life? I will someday go where he is, but he can never return to me." 2 Samuel 12:23b GNT.