Emma - "i am brave...right Daddy?"
Me - (holding back tears) "Yes Emma you are the Bravest girl I know".
Rewind about 8 months ago. After giving her one of her first needles on our own with out her crying. I mentioned to her that she was a very good girl. Mom had heard this and we discussed it if that was the right thing to say.
If we think about it we are not praising her for taking the needle with out crying or squirming. What is going to happen when she does squirm or cry and we don't tell her she is a good girl.
Being brave is what we have to do as her parents. She is the one showing us how to be brave. We are blessed to have such a brave girl.
This past Tuesday:
Emma - (stabbing her last piece of french toast) "Momma i have to eat all my carbs....these are carbs right Momma?"
Mom - "Yes Emma my little girl you need to eat your carbs because you need your energy for play group today"
I saw her say this with her shoulders back and head up high. Proud of her brave little girl.
This is hard. It is getting harder. Are we ready? Do we have a choice but to be ready? This is it. This is what i have been talking about the past 8 months. The inevidable. We thought it would never come. But knew it was just around the corner.
We were hoping for a little more time with our Miss Emma before this fuck of a disease overtakes her fully. Why couldn't it wait longer. Is this the school of hardnocks? She shouldnt know what a carb is. Why does she confirm at 2 years old that she is brave.
She is going to be in school before we know it. Walking to class with her friends. Getting braces. Her drivers liscence. Her first date. Graduating. Fuck it i can t write anymore. This sucks. Sorry.