Saturday morning, still a little foggy from waking up, I
tell Autumn to get some slippers or socks on.
She replies that she has some in her closet and I watch as she opens the
closet and then the dresser drawer that holds a lot of her sissies things. She pulls out the memory box, and asks if it’s for
the sissies. Mike kind of tells her no
she cannot go through those things, and then I realize she is curious and has
questions and we quickly rescind the thoughts of not letting her see. So we all sit together on the floor and
proceed to open the box and explain what is in it. We also went through the drawer which holds
some blankets and hats and presents from special friends we’ve made along this
difficult road. She wanted to hold all
of those keepsakes and keep them out for herself. I said someday, when Mommy is ready. Mike then sees the blanket they were wrapped
in, in the sealed plastic bag, and proceeds to open it and tears are flowing
for me and him. Doing this openly with
Autumn seems important to me, because she seems to really understand it and be
sooooo empathic for her age. Not giving
her everything all at once, but just enough to answer her questions and show
her its ok to ask. I am still learning
from this as well. 7 years this weekend,
sigh. I miss you so much.
PS...Bree and Andrea, she wanted the ornaments you made us the most <3 font="">
Love, Nan
