Things have changed since i woke up from the coma.
in good ways – I managed to miss all of winter.
in bad ways – I’ll pay to see the new Twilight movie. Oh, I’ll pay.
And in ways that break your heart into tiny little pieces – Peyton cried because mommy wasn’t all fixed by the hospital.
It was one thing for my parts not to work at the hospital, that was expected. It was wrong for it to be happening at home. And she did have a fit. An ugly one. One that got her in trouble with her daddy for being nasty to her mommy.
It took a talk. From the broken mom.
Pete rolled my chair into her room.
Are you mad?
Are you scared?
Are you sad?
Are you afraid?
She was. All the above.
How do you tell a six-year-old that it all takes time? That things will get better if not perfect. That it’s ok to be afraid but you have to be hopeful too.
And you tell your thirty-six-year-old too.