As I was walking out the door this morning for an 8:30 appointment, my phone rang.
It was my 3-year old granddaughter calling for a video chat.
Of course I took the call. I was prepared to be late or miss my appointment.
A minute later her sweet little face popped up on my screen.
It was an emergency
She was distressed and needed my help.
She could not find her cream colored nail polish.
Did I know where it was?
We talked about it.
Maybe the cleaning lady moved it.
Maybe it was in the pink bathroom.
She was close to tears as she told me that the cleaning lady would not come again until Thursday.
She had looked in the pink bathroom.
She couldn’t find her polish!
Daddy to the rescue
My son stepped in and promised to take her to buy polish today.
Seeing this precious child made me miss her even more.
Seeing her upset made me want to reach into the screen and hold her.
It made me miss her Mom who would have handled this crisis.
She would have located the polish.
She would have taken her to buy more.
Now, as a single parent and widower, it is my son’s job.
This is so hard.
Loss rears its head in many ways, catching us off-guard.
But we keep moving.
There’s a 3-year old who needs reassurance and love.
Sweet child, your Mommy is gone but you will be OK.