Today I received some difficult news; my father, who has been battling cancer for a looooong time, has had a not-altogether-unexpected setback. Still, faced once again with the concept of losing my dad, I was visibly upset. M, of course, noticed immediately, and asked me, “What’s wrong, mommy? Why are you sad?” I, of course, tried to play it off; who really wants to burden the mind of a joyous little 4-year-old with thoughts of pain and loss? She wouldn’t let it go, however, when I just told her, “I’m fine, baby.” She told me, “But mommy, you look like you’re sad.” So, I figured I better fess up and, after a bit of thought, told her simply, “Pop-Pop is sick. I’m sad because Pop-Pop is sick.” You could see the light in her eyes as she realized that this is obviously a surmountable problem. The first step, she surmised, would be to pick Pop-Pop some pink flowers from the garden after nap time, and she told me as much. Then she quickly set to work finding him a baby doll to make him feel better and grabbing an old coloring book and pencil to write him a story. Because listening to stories always makes one feel better, right? This is a picture of her writing a story, one that we’ll finish after nap time and that will probably contain unicorns, knights and/or princesses, and all the other things that stir her little (actually, it’s quite big) imagination. And, once I relate it all to Pop-Pop, maybe send him a few pressed flowers, a baby doll, and the story she wrote, I daresay it probably will make him feel better. I know it did wonders for me.
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