Featured Post

Encouraging Words

It's amazing when my 5-year-old comes home talking about the history behind MLK day. When I was in Kindergarten, we learned our color...

Friday, August 22, 2008

This week...

So if you didn't notice...I've taken a few days off from this blog. I can't maintain everything, all the time. Although my son and husband think I do. :)

My sweet companion of 14 years, had to be put down this week. It was the hardest thing I've ever done. My son is coping okay...he cried again today before taking him to school. I know I've had to stop myself when looking for him outside, wondering why I didn't see him in the yard. I've stopped myself from looking for him on the ground, when I get up to pee in the middle of the night, as I would always trip over him. He followed me everywhere I went. He was so much a part of my day in small ways I didn't even recognize until now.

Well my son is experiencing the same thing. He put his plate down on the couch this morning, mid breakfast. And reached to pick it up, so Hershey wouldn't eat his food. He quickly put it back down and started crying. "I miss him mom." Afterwards he had plenty of questions for me, that helped take the focus of his sadness, like, "Is heaven a big building with the sun and moon, and lots of houses inside?"
"I know heaven's streets are made with paint...gold paint. Isn't that right?"

I chuckled at his insight and curiosity, and answered him honestly on each one he had for me.

I never realized how hard it would be to be the rock for my son. To reassure him that our 14 year old 'puppy' is in a better place, and show the strength he needs from me to know he can be strong too.

We're better today as it's been a few days, but I'm amazed at how much my son is teaching me through this experience. Kids are so gentle and kind, and loving. I'm humbled and blessed to be his mommy.
Post a Comment