How a two year old can break my heart. He’s sitting in his rocking chair after nap time looking at a photo album full of pictures of him and his daddy. I’m putting some books back on the bookshelf. He looks up at me and says as he points to the picture, “Mama, Daddy, Jack.” There’s a small pause, then asks with all the sincerity a two year can muster, “Mama, where my daddy?”
Instant broken heart and I can feel the hot lump of tears in my throat as I choke out, “He’s in the picture sweetie. See there’s your daddy!” Tight smile, then I turn away to compose myself. Cause how can you explain to a two year old where his daddy really is? Especially if you don’t understand it yourself?