Fights on..
I reached across his chest and helped slide the belt into the buckle.... Our eyes met. Bravely, with an undertone of sadness...he said, "I just don't want to do this stuff anymore." I smiled and choked down the tears that were threatening to make their appearance.. "I know baby, me neither." I walked around the backside of the car and climbed into my own seat. Deep breaths helped me to belt myself into place. I rolled down the window and pasted a smile. There in the yard was my nine year old. Pressing himself against the fence, his freckled face showing his feelings. The whites of his eyes turning quickly red. His forced smile, a lot like mine...beginning to fade. "Bye mommy, I love you." I look further and see my baby. She sits in the arms of my mom...on the porch that leads to my home. She waves her chubby fingers at me and screams about how much she will miss me. Her eyes also filled with tears. Earlier that morning she had whispered, ...