Tuesday, June 24, 2008

Emma-ese

Cheryl said we should write down some of these conversations we have with our kids:

Emma: "Daddy, are we allowed to give you things, even when it isn't Father's Day?"
Me: "Sure, Emma, Mommy and I love presents from you guys anytime!"
Emma: "No, I mean just to you."
Me: "Sure, that would be great, Emma, but you guys are already really good at that."
(pause)
Emma: "But I don't even know how much milk you like on your honey-nut cheerios!"

2 comments:

Beth Kephart said...

Jamie,

It wouldn't be possible to explain the emotions I felt, I feel, seeing you there, remembering Dennis. My heart was broken in a very real way when I learned what he had lived through, for I'd always cared so deeply for him. Always. He was good to me; he gave me time; we both gave each other time, but he did so from a knowing place, and I did so from a frightened place.

I posted a poem today on my blog, one of two that I wrote upon his passing.

Thank you for reaching out,

Beth

Michael P. Rellahan said...

Hey,

I love talking to Emma. When we were at Swatara and I had to walk her to a playtime so Cheryl could give her recycling forum, she grabbed my hand and said, "I just want to be with you all day." She was anxious because she had to go to the kids play room and no one was there she knew, so I knew her atachment for me was out of convenience. Still, it just made my heart melt.

Then, of course, is what sh said when I stopped by the day before Father's Day with your book and she said, "Why are YOU here?"