I have to say, that I’m feeling a bit meh tonight. My Mummy and Daddy have gone home, and I miss them already. E cried himself to sleep as no one is as good at football as Grumpy Grandad, and no one is as good and/or funny at trying to play tennis as Grandma. And he’s right on both counts – my Dad diving to get to a pass and landing in the bikes, followed by my Mum’s endless patience – even when a pear lands on her head. There’s no one as good as them for that kind of thing.
I’ve promised him that we will go to Cambridge tomorrow, to Waterstones and buy him another book like the one he’s been reading to my Dad every night for the last 10 days. And that we might find a hot chocolate to share.
I have been trying to explain to him that it’s ok to feel sad, and miss people, because it means we are able to really appreciate and be excited and happy when we are reunited with them. But he’s 7 years old. So I don’t think it’s really helped much. How do you explain this kind of thing to your not little but not big ones?
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