We did haircuts with the cousins yesterday. Mommy and Auntie were chattering away through the whole process, talking about different hair styles, Daddy’s hair, who’s hair was harder to cut, who’s stood up like Daddy’s, which ones showed the mistakes the most, how Daddy hated when Mommy nipped his ears, etc. etc. etc. Benjamin(7) was last. He was tired from the long trip, playing hard with his cousins, and a night in a different bed. He quietly endured the haircut, the memories, and the hair pulling, but till we were all done he just couldn’t take it any more. We ended up hugging on the kitchen floor while he tried to get a grip on the emotions that were so close to the surface.
He misses his Daddy so. And I am helpless. His pain hurts me. And all I can do is hug him and tell him that Daddy, God and I all love him.
But maybe that’s enough. You hear fantastic stories of what people do for love. And having God’s love is a never- failing source of strength.
You can make it, Benjamin. God will help you if you let Him.
