i dislike them.
i always have
(and i'm pretty sure i've mentioned that here before).
but i do these
things for maddy,
mostly because her mom
loved them,
and partially because i
can remember what it
was like to be
a kid before
high school brought
on my cynicism
and jaded me
beyond repair.
anyway, on saturday
brooke and i
took maddy to
see santa claus.
after a short
wait in line,
she was able to
sit on the old
man's lap
and tell him
what she wanted
for christmas.
on the walk
from the car
(trying to prep her for her visit)
i asked her
what she wanted
santa to bring her...
she didn't have
an answer, so
i told her to
tell santa that
she wanted grapes
and loud musical instruments
and books.
(i figured that santa would enjoy hearing something other than usual barbie and whatever other toys children beg of him).
when the moment arrived
and he asked her
what she wanted,
she told him that
she wanted "his presents"
(generic).
oh well.
i didn't really
care what she
said, i was just
happy things didn't
end up like they
did last year.
after we left
santa's lair,
we ran into
this frightening character:
and instead of running
away from the
snow person as she
did last year.,
she decided to
embrace him
my little girl
is growing up
so fast.
after a short
nap, we continued on
with the pre-holiday events
by heading to
target to buy some
ornaments and lights,
then out into the
parking lot to
pick out a tree.
as we stood
in the parking lot,
watching the man
tie the tree to
our car,
i told maddy...
"i bought a christmas tree at this same place when you were still in your mommy's tummy."
she smiled
then looked at me
with a quizzical look...
"where is my mommy?"
shit.
i've been worried
about this very moment
since the day that
liz
died.
how in the fuck am
i supposed to
explain this to her?
(this is an exasperated exclamation (read, a rhetorical question)).
she's a little
over two and a half
years old.
i should not have
to explain this
to a child
of her age.
i could feel the
tears coming to
me eyes and
i was instantly
sick to my stomach,
and had to swallow
hard to keep
from puking.
...
the crazy thing is,
we talk about her
mom all of the time.
i talk about the
photos that are on
the walls,
and the things in
the house
that her mom used
to use, and
i tell her about
the places we visit
that i once visited with
her mom and
so much more,
but not once
as she asked
that question.
...
i said the only
thing i could.
"maddy, your mommy died."
sad.
cold.
awful.
the truth.
"but where is she?"
i couldn't do
it anymore.
i was bawling.
"she loved you very, very much."
that's all i could say.
then i did
the only thing
i could do.
i pointed to
the christmas tree
on top of our car.
"are you excited to decorate the tree?"
"yes, daddy. i'm excited."
...
while i composed
myself by hacking
branches from
the bottom of the tree
(you know, to make room for those presents from santa)
maddy and her brookie
worked on some
holiday treats.
soon it was
time for maddy to
help me forget
about what happened earlier...
standing in her
pajamas, she hung
some ornaments on the
tree, and for a few
minutes i smiled.
and i didn't
hate the holidays.
I was warned that this was a sad one.
ReplyDeleteThank you for sharing and I love your photos. You are making lovely memories with your daughter, while adding her Mom into them along the way. I'm glad you like Christmas a little more, thats one special little gift you have right there...
Matt,your daughter is so cute! It must be difficult for you to have to answer "that" question, but I think if we are not trueful with our children about difficult issues like death, we do them a dis service. It is something they will experience at some point, but you are right she is too young and it is unfair. But it is good she has you to tell her about her mother- I will do that with my grandchildren, tell them about their grandfather, they will never know.
ReplyDeleteI've had that same conversation. She doesn't understand...I can't explain it...the best I could do? "He died, but that doesn't mean he's not around. We just can't see him anymore." And then I used diversion, just like you did.
ReplyDeleteHas anyone told you lately, what a good dad you are? I want you to know you are a great dad and your daughter will know that one day and thank you. I know it is hard, but keep up the good parenting.
ReplyDeleteI bet if Liz could see how you've done raising Maddie she would be very proud of how far you've come. Mom's to be prepare for everything when they are pregnant and to not have all that knowledge and have to bring a baby home must have been terrifying, yet look how far you have come. Maddie is a happy girl with so much love in her life. I'm glad you have Brooke in your lives, she seems to compliment you two perfectly. Was having a someone special come into your life as big of an adjustment as I imagine it would be or was it really as seamless as it seems in your case? I love seeing how happy you are, knowing thats possible is inspiring.
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