It hurts to watch my friends and acquaintances send statuses about needing an organ transplant. As they discuss going on a waiting list and “keeping hope”, it makes me feel helpless to sit and read while doing nothing.
One particular blogger I know has her baby boy in the hospital. He has issues with his heart and could need a transplant.
As I scrolled my Facebook feed, I found a video she posted that he was awake and alert, always a good sign.
My son sat next to me, scrolled up as I was scanning the comments from the video and asked:
It’s someone’s baby boy. He’s a bit sick. His heart is sorta broken.
Is he in love and it hurts?
Not quite, honey. He has a hole in his heart. He might need new one.
WHAT?! That means another baby would have to give him their heart. The other baby would die.
Yes, honey. Another baby would have to give his heart away for a baby to live. It’s a very hard decision but to save another life could mean the world to another. If you were sick, I would beg and plead and steal to save yours.
But if I die…
Yes, HEAVEN FORBID, GOD FORBID, pleaseohplease never ever, if you or H died, I would…
NO!! NO MOM! I won’t let you!!
You don’t want me to take your organs?
THEY ARE MINE!
They are yours but when you die, you aren’t using them anymore…and..
He looks at me with big giant water drops flowing. Mine come just as quick. Nothing’s happened yet it’s our hardest conversation to date.
And he cried. And we cried.
I tried to hold him in a way to erase our conversation but deep down, I didn’t want to. I wanted him to understand that when we die, we could give life to another. We could save someone. We could be a superhero in our death.
We sat there, rocking and holding and feeling the heaviness of our exchange of words.
I’ll do what I can to stay with you forever. But if I can’t, promise me you’ll let me be a superhero.
Because you are already MY superhero.