My kids amaze me every day, but in times of crisis they are more than amazing. They are my little troopers.
This past Saturday, The Husband wrote a post I could not bring myself to do. With love, empathy, and understanding, he crafted a post that not only spoke of what was happening in our family, but also paid tribute to beloved family members.
Early last week, my grandma had a stroke. My mom described it as “very bad.” I was shaking since I was familiar with neuroscience and married a man who studied it and knew any outcome was bad. She ended up in the ICU for the rest of the week, in a coma and continued bleeding in her brain.
A couple days later, one of my uncles passed away. His health had been rapidly declining, but we still weren’t expecting his sudden passing. More bad news on more bad news while my husband worked and I tried to hold it together for the kids.
They were troopers while I cried randomly. My daughter was a little clingier, but my wonderful 4 year old recognized mommy was upset. He offered tissues and told me, “It’ll be okay, Mama.” See what I mean about being proud of him? He still doesn’t fully understand, but he can be quiet with us, can offer comfort, and can help lift spirits.
But my babies are true troopers because they spent the better part of 2 days at the hospital, being mostly cared for by in-laws while I waited at the bedside of our dying matriarch. There was fussing, crying, and clinging, but, overall, they did remarkably well.
They were present as my grandma passed, my 4 year old only somewhat comprehending as the people he had known all his life wailed, cried, and mourned. He sat quietly, watching, just waiting for me to pick him up when I was ready. My 1 year old fussed, was likely confused, and needed mommy, but was comforted by her dad until I could take her. She offered me hugs and cuddles and wanted to nurse, perhaps because it comforts her and she thought it could comfort me? Regardless, it was a distraction I needed.
My kids are troopers, and will continue to be as we plan our final good byes. Their schedules and routines were jumbled, but they managed with grace and relative ease.
I am blessed to have these little troopers, these terribly young toddlers who can read the atmosphere and offer everything they can.
So, to my children, I wish you could have had more time with your great-uncle and great-grandma, but I can’t thank you enough for doing so well, for being my little troopers, my little pillars of strength and love.