Usually she's all about knock knock jokes and nutella but every once and a while she gets so deep into her head that I can tell she needs a break. after some pretty grown up questions tonight we had a talk about dying and if it meant being gone forever. we talked bout how its ok to miss someone or something and we shouldn't be embarrassed to be sad. Just then I watched as her lips quivered and her eyes watered. She nervously shrugged her shoulders and started looking away.
"i really miss him"
Who babe? Who do you miss?
"It's paul, I miss little paul"
she continued to break down, losing her breath on my shoulder and into my dress.
little Paul is a small blanket she had when she was a baby. he must have been dropped on a walk or coming home from the park early last year and we never found him. Its been months since his missing last came up.
Tears and holding went on for a few minutes. We talked about how just because her blanket was gone, it didn't mean that he had died. How he is most likely loved by another family who found him when he was lost and took him home. This sensitive, emotional and intelligent little girl has me swollen with love and pride for who she is becoming. I don't always know that I am telling her exactly what she needs to hear. I do know that she keeps coming back to me with more questions and I will be here to talk bout it every time.
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