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| Watching "Brave" with my Brave Girl |
John needs to help his sisters clean out some more things
from his parents’ home. It’s
conveniently located just 2 blocks from my parents’ home. Elliot gets to spend some much needed time with
family there. The loss of John’s mom has
been difficult for Elliot. I know he has a lot of questions swirling around in
his mind and sadness in his heart. I’m
hopeful that having a few days to drink in familiar faces and places will heal
his heart a bit.
Sydney and I went to the movies last night and saw
Brave, our own Girls Night Out. We ate candy for dinner (hush John, it's ok sometimes), we talked during the movie, and we sat in the "tippy top row." It was fitting movie, given that
the heroine realized how much she loves and needs her mom. Sydney is happy to be with me 24/7 at this stage in her life. Frankly I am not looking forward to that changing anytime soon. Sydney’s 5 year-old body sat on my lap; and
in the darkness, wearing our poor-fitting 3-D glasses, I was said a prayer of
thankfulness for this special time with her.
Sydney is absolutely adorable. I realize I am completely biased, but I
cannot help it. She says and does the
sweetest things. Last week I was having a
weepy moment while on the phone with my mom.
She walked into the kitchen and hugged me. She slept on John’s side of the bed last
night. She looked very small against
that king-sized pillow. She sleeps on
her back with her arms down at her sides.
Who does that?? She talks in her
sleep too. She doesn’t just mumble
either…she speaks complete, full sentences with emotion. Sometime around 2 a.m. she announced
something about a blue sour gummy worm and not wanting to play a game. After getting my initial heart rate down from
the unexpected wake up, I found myself laughing out loud.
When the boys aren’t home we listen to “girl music” as she
calls it. We turn up the Indigo Girls
and dance around the kitchen. We chew
bubble gum and take ridiculous pictures of each other on the Photo booth app. She makes me laugh.
John is in the basement at his parents’ house. That basement is like a time capsule. Each creaky step down takes you deeper into
yesteryear. Basements in Grandview
Heights aren’t the sun-filled walk out kind of the east coast. Basements in Grandview are musty and dark,
but at least cool in the summertime. I
don’t even know if what he’s uncovering has much memory to him. I think much of it is stuff that accumulates
when a family lives in the same house for over 40 years. I’m certain he will uncover a few memories
though. Old houses tend to be keepers of
items that you may think you have forgotten, that is until you find them. The memory bank is funny like that.
So, for the next couple days while John is busy with his
sisters sifting through their family’s home, Sydney and I will be here making new
memories of our own. I’m reminded yet
again at how precious my children are to me and how deeply I love the bond I
get to share with them.
Thank you for reading.
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| Syd's fancy fingernails :) |
