Chatting at the table after a yummy and healthy dinner of salad from the garden, veggie kale tofu pie, and blueberry cobbler… my little guy said, “I missed you, Grandma.”
“I missed you too, Theo-saurus”
“That’s not my name. I’m a dimedatron.”
“Ok. I missed you too, Mr. Dimedatron.
“I missed you so much, Grandma. All the time.”
After another bite of blueberry cobbler,
“Why do you go away? I want you here forever and ever!”
“But I go home because that’s where my house is. I come to visit you and Mommy and Daddy and then I go home. But I’m here now, right?”
{Thinking for a minute. Pondering…}
“Grandma?”
“Yes, Mr. Dimedatron?”
“When you’re here at Theo’s house, who misses you from your house?”
Awkward silence around the dinner table. We all looked at each other.
What do I say? The sad truth is that no one misses me. No one at all.
So I replied…
“The coyote and the bunnies and the birds and the lizards miss me very much.”
And that satisfied him. For now. He has more compassion and empathy in his little three-year-old body than most adults.
No one misses me when I go away.
Harsh tragic truth.
A totally full moon post.
Glass half full.
Enchanted Seashells by Princess Rosebud 
Grandkids have a knack for getting into all those crevices, don’t they?
Thanks for sharing, your vulnerability is appreciated. XO
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That is SO kind. Thank YOU!
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The coyote, the bunnies, and your readers miss you when you go away, Princess Rosebud.
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Much gratitude. I’ve been feeling depressed lately. Need to focus on all there is to be grateful for.
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