I'm writing with a timer set for five minutes, the writing prompt this week is broken.
Last night I saw a little heart break. Daddy was at men's bible study so while I slathered the boys in lotion (just the youngest two) and got their jammies on, we talked about where Daddy was. Because normally, he's on the floor with me for this part - and some nights its just him doing it. So when he's not there, he is missed.
We talked about how Daddy loves God and he goes to bible study to learn more about Him. And that it helps Daddy love us better. I told the boys, in toddler language, that we could pray for the job God is getting ready for Daddy.
I don't know what I said, but the saddest little cry came from Lincoln, "MY DADDY!" Just over and over, "my daddy, my daddy!"
I reassured him that Daddy would ALWAYS be his daddy - no matter what his new job might be. "Daddy will always always always be your daddy, Lincoln."
When we came downstairs I had to retell a bit of the story to the big boys because Lincoln & Franklin were repeating parts of our talk, like, "Love God" and what not. When I told the part about Lincoln getting upset, he lost it.
Bawled. Heart broken. "My daddy!" All over again, but louder and sadder this time.
I don't know what triggered this deep fear in this little heart, but I know it was real. Even there was nothing about it to understand, I knew his little heart was broken at the thought of his daddy getting a new job that didn't involve him being his daddy.
Daddy will always always always be YOUR Daddy.
I feel like there is so much more to say about this. But I am a rule follower. I am ignoring the grammatical errors up there, and linking this up anyway.
Lisa Jo's blog is down because of that fantastically, awesome post she wrote about her husband this week. It was shared around so much that it made her blog crash. So she's hosting the link-up on FB today. You can find her here, if you want to check it out.