07/24/2025
This morning my daughter quietly woke me, saying her brother was crying because he misses Grandma Ellen. Partially asleep, I rolled out of bed & found him curled up in a ball, covered under his Mario blanket. My sweet 7yo little boy. I curled up next to him under his blanket and just held him while he sobbed, saying he was looking at pictures & how much he misses her. After a few minutes, his body settled, the tears calmed, and he sighed into my hug. I brought the kids into our bed until it was time to get up and he felt much better.
It’s been just over 2 years since my MIL died. And the grief has certainly bubbled up in ways lately. Remembering the time of year, preparing for a move she would have loved to have been a part of, and just the unpredictability of grief sometimes.
If you know grief, you know these quiet moments all too well, when nobody else sees the pain. He’s been having a great day since then. In these moments all we can do is be in them, that’s it. ❤️
Be patient with the part of yourself that grieves, it just needs to be held. ✨
