We told C last night about the baby. We had been debating about it all week, but we know she’s a smart girl and we figured she might read into the context clues. We didn’t want her to find out from someone else. So last night we sat her down and explained it to her. She seemed sad at first, but then she promptly drifted off to sleep.
This evening I reopened the conversation because I wanted to make sure that she wasn’t bottling any emotion or confusion.
She said she was sad, but happy that she still had me. And then she leaned into me and whispered in my ear, “Sometimes, Mommy, I think that you are more important to me than I am.”
Oh my dear, sweet girl, I feel that way about you daily.
I did not expect such a selfless confession from my little girl. Her heart and her capacity for love never cease to amaze me.