The other day I was alone with my daughter and marveled over how “perfect” she is. “I am so lucky to have you!” I proclaimed. She replied, “but not lucky about our baby?” I was shell-shocked. How did she know to connect my thankfulness for having her with my regret in losing her siblings? “Mommy, did our baby die in your tummy?”
Today I was telling her that we were about to go to her great grandfather’s funeral. “Honey, our Dad-dad is in Heaven with God. Dad-dad died.” A few minutes later she asked, “Mommy, are you going to die?” “Not for a long long time, sweetheart.” And I kissed her forehead. That seemed to satisfy her for the moment.
The wisdom of a three year old is awesome.
