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.