Ever since I heard the news about Bretta, I've been emotionally cocooning, going through the motions of taking care of Spencer, cleaning the house, etc. It seems as if life should stop when someone we love dies but somehow the sun keeps rising each morning, the hours tick by and then night comes again. Thank you to all who expressed their sympathy both publicly and privately.
Focusing on Spencer, who is blissfully unaware of recent events, has been a healing force for me. He has such a profound capacity to live in the moment. He doesn't dwell on the past or think too far into the future. The present moment consumes his attention, for better or worse. It also means that he doesn't have much patience for waiting when I'm making his sandwich nor does he have empathy for my feelings. Toddlers are known for their self absorbtion. Spencer is no exception.
His imagination develops more and more each day. Today he wanted to build a tent using a blanket and two chairs. His animals were thirsty so we gave them some water to drink. Then it was time to read stories inside the tent. Storytime could have continued indefinitely except for the fact that it was bloody hot under our tent. Time to leave my cocoon.
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