My daughter the lifesaver.
Erica broke my heart today. We had just come in from climbing trees outside when I got to speak to Nicole, calling me for a few minutes break in her busy schedule in Alberta. The distance has been a terrible strain on me, and when I had to say goodbye and hung up, I began to tear up in spite of myself.
Erica came over to me, embracing and consoling me. “Put away those tears,” she said. I explained to her that I missed Nicole a lot, and apologize for being sad. “I know,” she replied. “I miss Nicole, too. But she’s singing.”
“I know, sweetheart. I’m sorry for being sad,” I told her. “But thank you for making me feel better.”
“When you’re sad, I always make you feel better.”
I told her I would try not to be sad anymore, but I don’t know how to tell her that I don’t know how.