You were killing me with your questions. Most people say the "where is daddy?" question in the worse....that may be true if daddy dies. Thankfully that didn't happen.
The worst question for me to field was, "Does daddy like me?" You asked it after he was unable to talk to you on the phone, because unbeknownst to you he was crying so hard he couldn't speak.
"Of course daddy likes you! He likes you soo soo much," I answered. The words felt empty. You're just too young to understand.
Inside the hospital, daddy demanded I never let this happen to you. Of course, if you have it, you have it. There is nothing I can do. However, I can make sure I get you help early and not deny you may have a problem. I will do everything in my power Jace. I just pray you are strong willed like your daddy and that is all.
Since he's been gone, I've been noticing little changes in you. You've started trying to take his place. You feel a responsibility to take care of me and do things you have seen daddy do for me.
I first noticed at the fundraiser for apraxia. We were at a trampoline place and I told you it was time to go. You didn't argue or anything. Instead, you went to our cubby, and instead of just getting your shoes on, you pulled out my flip flops and brought them over to me. I was talking to another mom, so instead of interrupting, you left them by my feet. I noticed a minute later and you were gone. I was inredulous at your sense of responsibility!
in King Soopers when were buying Daddy more Gatorade, you told me not to carry it, and you took your little arms and drug it over to my cart. It's something daddy would do, because I never by drinks.
We finally made it home and I had a box of fundraising items I picked up from an apraxia mom. I was just going to leave it in my car. I went inside and the next thing I know is you went to the passenger side and got out the box to bring inside for me.
It's so big, you tripped over your tricycle because you couldn't see. Usually one to cry I came running over to soothe you, but you dusted off your knee and picked up all the loose pieces before you continued on your mission of bringing in the box for me.
I snapped this picture and looked on incredulous. If you do end up like your dad, it will be sad that you have a disease in your brain, but your heart will always be pure and true, just like your dad's.
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