I was cleaning up in the kitchen putting stuff away when Sophie walked in, put her empty pudding cup in the trash, and sat down on the floor holding her belly.
“What’s the matter beautiful? Does your tummy hurt? You eat too much?”
“No, I just want to sit here,” she explained.
Earlier Tammy was in the living room studying with her friends, Sophie and I were in the bedroom watching videos of Megan and Christian when they were younger. Right now Sophie reminded me, as she often does, of Megan.
I started thinking about Megan. About how her smile and loving nature re-appeared after her little sisters were showering her with love and affection. About how we had all great time after that.
Then her entire attitude toward us changed as the time when her mother was to pick her up grew nearer.
I was deep in thought, in my head.
Sophie was sitting with her legs crossed looking up at me and out of the blue said, “Daddy, God is here.”
Now THAT snapped me back into the present. Her huge smile and big brown eyes going from me to my side, and then back to me. I assumed He was standing next to me.
“That’s great sweetheart! Where is He?” Even though I had an idea, I wanted to hear her say where.
“He’s right next to you.” All my worries immediately went away.
I placed my arm around Him towards where she had pointed that He was standing. “Am I holding Him right now?”
“Yep.” She said with a huge smile still on her face.
God and I walked arm in arm into the hallway to place something in the garage.
While I was in the garage, I remembered that I needed to tighten the cupboard door. We keep a screw driver hanging just inside the garage.
I let go of Him to grab the screwdriver.
On my way back into the kitchen my thoughts again went to Megan. Things had been going great this weekend. How could they not be? We are all about family when we are together.
It was evident that she missed us as much as we missed her.
Just moments after I texted Christy that I wouldn’t meet her halfway on Sunday, and that we should stick to the court order, she calls Megan a couple of times. Moments later, when I spoke with Megan it was just like Saturday morning all over again. Her smile was gone.
A little while later Megan had texted her mom to “make sure you be here no later than 6 pm.”
Christy responded, “LOL! Okay.” I am sure she was proud of her handy work—her daughter couldn’t wait to get away from her loser father.
I was upset. It was bothering me that Christy acts like this ordeal is funny and refuses to see that alienating me doesn’t make her a better mother. It simply hurts Megan, in ways that she will be dealing with for years.
I see Sophie still sitting on the floor as I walked back into the kitchen Sophie looked up at me and said, “He says everything’s going to be okay.”
“Who does?”
“God said everything’s going to be okay.”
“Thank you beautiful.”
My girls save my life daily.
“What’s the matter beautiful? Does your tummy hurt? You eat too much?”
“No, I just want to sit here,” she explained.
Earlier Tammy was in the living room studying with her friends, Sophie and I were in the bedroom watching videos of Megan and Christian when they were younger. Right now Sophie reminded me, as she often does, of Megan.
I started thinking about Megan. About how her smile and loving nature re-appeared after her little sisters were showering her with love and affection. About how we had all great time after that.
Then her entire attitude toward us changed as the time when her mother was to pick her up grew nearer.
I was deep in thought, in my head.
Sophie was sitting with her legs crossed looking up at me and out of the blue said, “Daddy, God is here.”
Now THAT snapped me back into the present. Her huge smile and big brown eyes going from me to my side, and then back to me. I assumed He was standing next to me.
“That’s great sweetheart! Where is He?” Even though I had an idea, I wanted to hear her say where.
“He’s right next to you.” All my worries immediately went away.
I placed my arm around Him towards where she had pointed that He was standing. “Am I holding Him right now?”
“Yep.” She said with a huge smile still on her face.
God and I walked arm in arm into the hallway to place something in the garage.
While I was in the garage, I remembered that I needed to tighten the cupboard door. We keep a screw driver hanging just inside the garage.
I let go of Him to grab the screwdriver.
On my way back into the kitchen my thoughts again went to Megan. Things had been going great this weekend. How could they not be? We are all about family when we are together.
It was evident that she missed us as much as we missed her.
Just moments after I texted Christy that I wouldn’t meet her halfway on Sunday, and that we should stick to the court order, she calls Megan a couple of times. Moments later, when I spoke with Megan it was just like Saturday morning all over again. Her smile was gone.
A little while later Megan had texted her mom to “make sure you be here no later than 6 pm.”
Christy responded, “LOL! Okay.” I am sure she was proud of her handy work—her daughter couldn’t wait to get away from her loser father.
I was upset. It was bothering me that Christy acts like this ordeal is funny and refuses to see that alienating me doesn’t make her a better mother. It simply hurts Megan, in ways that she will be dealing with for years.
I see Sophie still sitting on the floor as I walked back into the kitchen Sophie looked up at me and said, “He says everything’s going to be okay.”
“Who does?”
“God said everything’s going to be okay.”
“Thank you beautiful.”
My girls save my life daily.
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