Our daughter crawled into our bed last night with uncontrollable tears. Damn math!
After years of practice, I’m pretty good at the pillow wedge (strategically placing a rolled up pillow between me & one of my kids to absorb an involuntary thrust of an elbow or a foot as we lay quietly asleep) but I thought those days were long gone.
I guess with Angela’s birthday approaching this week, my 9 year old was thinking about what her life will be like when she’s her Mom’s age. Since that will be her age now + X amount of years, it naturally got her thinking about Angela & myself at our present age + X
You see where she’s going with this, right?
I’m telling you, tears..uncontrollable.
Especially as a Dad..a guy. We’ve got to fix the problem..most everything can be fixed..should be.
But while verbally stumbling in an awkward attempt to find the right thing to say, I took a cue from my wife.
Sometimes there’s nothing that can be said to fix, you can only hold onto them so they know they’re loved.
Oh Greg, I know I am only a few years away from my eldest figuring this one out and it won’t be easy. It’s hard when these little bits of their future creep into view and what they see doesn’t bring them comfort. You are so right, all we can do is show them we love them. *hugs*
I’m amazed when some try to rush the process. I’m not sure if I’m cut out for this..& I feel like I just dipped my toe in the pool!
Here’s to parental strength in the future!
Thanks Val