A few days ago, something terrible happened at our house. Those of you with children will understand the gravity of my situation.
We lost Doug.
Can you see the love in Twizzler’s face for his favorite dog? This picture was taken almost exactly a year ago. Doug has been Twizzler’s security, his friend, his sleeping buddy for years. Twizzler takes Doug to play with him at his best friend’s house. He sits him on the stool next to him while he eats breakfast. He includes him in everything. Homework. Play. Sleep. Doug is always there. Twizzler talks to him, explains things to him with great patience, asks him questions and waits for an answer. Doug is immensely important to my little boy.
And Doug is lost.
Yesterday, I suggested to Twizzler that he should look for Doug after school or in the morning, and not frantically each night before bed. He turned it around to me and said, “Well, do you have an idea where he is?”
No, I have no idea.
“No, Mom, I don’t mean do you know where he is. Just do you have an idea?”
Twizzler, We’ve looked everywhere I can think. I don’t have any other ideas.
“But you are supposed to have an idea. You’re the mom!”
His statement struck me. Is it the mom’s duty to have an answer to every question? To know where to look for lost items? Is it the mom’s job to KNOW?
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