Friday, November 21, 2008

My Widowed Daughter

Amy and I have been having just a wonderful time experiencing our little girls imagination. She has been playing a lot by herself and creating all sorts of wonderful memories for us to smile about. I hope the story below illustrates my point

So the other morning I was just waking up and trying to remember which direction the shower was when it became apparent that there was a nice conversation going on in the other room.

Please let me share it with you.

Keira

"Mamma, these are all of my kids."

"These are my sons, and these are my daughters."

Amy speaking now.

"Keira, where is the pappa?"

Keira

" Mamma, do you mean Mark?"

Amy

"Mark?"

Keira

"Mark, my husband."

Amy

"Um, yeah Mark, where is he?"

Keira

"Mamma, don't you remember, he went to be with Jesus."

Amy

"He went to be with Jesus?" " Do you miss him?"

Keira

"Umm, yeah. I do. He was nice."



So I am lying on the floor by now laughing, tears rolling down my face. Because it occurred to me that not only do my in-laws live with me but my WIDOWED 2 year old, with all of her children ( her stuffed animals) live with my two. I kept thinking that maybe I should receive some benefits from the state to support her. And why is that the Dad is the last to know when their daughters have boyfriends, let alone husbands. He was living under my roof and I didn't even know about it. I must be working too much.
What about Mark?
I don't remember what he look like. It was like he never existed. How old was he? Since at her age she is not allowed to date, let alone older boys, he must have been 2 or 3 at the most. What was it like for him to be married so young? What did his parent's think of all of this? Was I invited to the wedding? Did they elope? That is way to much for a 2 year old to carry around in his life.
Was this the reason Mark passed away? Was it the burden of raising all their children? Living under her parents roof? Having to share a room with someone who is a bossy morning person? Oh wait that will be the death of me not Mark...

And what about Keira?
Will she find another husband as good as Mark. Did he treat her nice? Did he take care of her? Bring her Popsicles and lollipops. ( Blue Rasberry?) Was he handsome? Did he look like me at all?

The only thing that kept me going was the knowledge that she young, there will be plenty of opportunities for her to find another husband. I just hope she starts looking again when she turns....

35

By then her kids will have grown up and gone to college and on their own. No longer sponging of dear old Dad.