The cry of a little one

My dad had a colonscopy yesterday so after work I walked over to the hospital and met up with him and my brother. I arrived early (as usual) so I stood around Short Stay waiting for them. The room was filled with parents and infants/toddlers/pre schoolers. The children were wearing hospital gowns. I don't know about you but it just breaks my heart whenever I see a little one wearing a hospital gown knowing he/she is going in for day surgery. There was one little boy there who was being cuddled by a nurse. She was taking him into the play area perhaps to take his mind off the whole hospital experience. As they were entering the room I heard him say in a voice that sounded like he was going to cry, "I don't want to go in there! I don't want to go in there!" over and over again. He sounded just like Kazuo. My throat felt tight and tears started to well up in my eyes. I couldn't take it any more I left the area and walked down the hall to the main doors. I can't imagine what the parent of this little boy must have been going through. They say you begin worrying about your child the moment you know a little being is growing within your body and this continues even when they are adults. I never really understood this until I became pregnant. When I was childless I didn't even pay attention to children around me unless they were screaming their heads off. Now the opposite has happened. I can't explain it other than perhaps I now understand the mind of a child and the frustration and fears that swim in their heads. To think we all came from that.

And my dad is just fine. No popys or a biopsy. *whew* Did I mention the other worry - aging parents. The circle of life indeed.