OPINION: Birth and deaths show life’s work
COMMENT BY SAMI MUIRHEAD: WE WORRY about work deadlines and stress about such simple things in our day-to-day existences, but this week has been a week for me of life and death.
Life because I gave birth to our third child, Augie.
Out came this perfectly formed little human, so innocent and helpless, and yet so full of promise for the future.
It's a moment no parent ever forgets when that tiny being and perfect soul is held before your stunned eyes.
Will he play sport? Will he lead a happy life? Will he have children one day? I hope so.
Our eldest child, a three-year-old headstrong girl, cried when we told her the news she had a baby brother.
Our middle child simply tried to hit his new baby brother, perhaps mistaking him for a new toy.
We laughed at the start to our new family dynamic. Miss 3 had her heart set for the past six months on having a sister.
I guess every girl wants a sister to grow up and grow old with in life. A friend when the chips are down.
Instead she now has two boys to play cars and football with every day and two big boys later in life to protect her from boys who dare try to break her heart.
So here we are blessed with three children who you would give your life for in a split second.
And I have thought a lot about death this week after the heart
breaking service for those three children and their grandfather who were shot out of the sky over
Ukraine to be left lying somewhere in a field of sunflowers that are also wilting day by day.
Those children haunt me at night: Mo, Evie and Otis Maslin. Rin Norris, their poor, poor, poor mother, said of her three cherubs, "When their innocent bodies were shot out of the sky, I stretched my arms as high as I could and screamed for them.
"My arms will always be reaching for them."
I cannot think of a worse living hell.
So through the sleep deprivation, turmoil and craziness of the next few months in our little family, I will endeavour to be nothing but grateful for everything we have and that I am able to wrap my arms around our three children.