James does not open up very often about all of this. He’s a very good little boy, but I know he hurts as we all do.
He doesn’t often talk about things. Sometimes I ask him questions and he answers briefly. He doesn’t want to talk about it.
Some of that is being a boy. Some of that is being related to his father! They don’t share their feelings easily.
The other day a police siren wailed down our street. He said,
“GOOD! Someone is in trouble.”
I said, “That’s not good! Why would you want someone to be in trouble?”
He said, “So they know how I feel.”
I put my arms around him and he leaned his head on my shoulder.
“You don’t want another little kid to be this sad do you?” I asked him.
He shook his head no against my shoulder.
“Some kids have all the luck.” he whispered.
I asked what he meant and he said, “About their dads.”
I said, “Does it make you sad when you see your friends with their dads?” He nodded his head yes.
I told him how much his daddy loves him. I said his daddy will be home the exact second that he can.
We talked about daddy and all the special things he does for us.
James cuddled with me for a little while and then went to play. He was fine. He just needed to unburden for a few minutes.
I’m glad that he did even though I hate that he hurts.