Life is hard right now. And finding the balance for Henry has been one of the hardest parts. He has no idea what is going on, so in the middle of our grief there is an air of normalcy that we try to maintain for him.
In a lot of ways, it is good for us all. Like when he made me laugh on Friday night by doing this:
Or when he got me outside on a beautiful day by wanting to do this:
Or when he wanted to play playdoh, so we had a fun hour as a family making things like this:
(Nick totally made all of that. I am playdoh helpless and made things like an exciting ball)
Or after a long day of trying to be normal, he falls asleep like this, and warms my heart and allows me to feel like we might, somehow, be doing okay.
If anybody has any advice on talking to three year olds about grief and the potential loss of a close loved one, I am happy to take any advice you have to offer.