Last week Deacon's Language Arts school work book came home. He is in grade two. His entry dated November 15 2010 really touched me. Deacon is a very sensitive boy (a quality that I LOVE in him) and so I was really surprised that he hasn't wanted to talk about the accident at all. Not one word. This journal entry is the first time he has shared his thoughts on the subject. It's not a lot but I think its beautiful. I have his permission to share it:
"During summer vacation I had to let go of my Aunt and Uncle it was hard for everyone. About three years ago I had to let go of my old house it was espesholly hard for me because I had the biggest room in the house. I had to let go of my favorite stuffed animal I lost and can't seem to find it. I had to let go of two of my lego men I lost them."
This entry reminded me of all the things little ones have to let go of. And it's a lot. I had forgotten how hard it is to be little. To hold so many things dear to your heart. He is only 7. He's my little man. I hope that when he is ready to talk about the accident I will have the understanding that he needs. That he is waiting for.