Brain Dump #8392.5

Feb 14, 2012 01:49

Today, well...yesterday so says the clock, I watched the neighbor's granddaughter for a few hours. She's twenty months old and her mother died two months ago. Everything was going fine, when she suddenly shrugged her shoulders, held her hands out, palms up, and asked, 'Mama?'

For just a minute, I was transported to a time long ago when another blonde, chubby baby about the same age asked me the same question and it was nothing short of dizzying, percolated through a clawing, helpless sensation. But I'm not six anymore. I have more coping skills, life experience and s'more wisdom under my belt.

So...I told her her mama loved her bunches and would have stayed if she could. Then I asked her where her nose was and my distraction technique worked brilliantly. Fifteen minutes later, she was all warm and pink-cheeked, sacked out on my lap in the rocking chair. I didn't put her down until she woke up. Maybe she needed the cuddles, maybe I did, and maybe that other baby from so long ago did, too.

Is there really healing in every heartbreak?

Sometimes I'm pretty well certain of it.
Other times, I'm not so sure.

There was more, but I've gone off the mood.
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