It seems as though the girls have emotionally matured about five years in the last two days. Or else circumstances are bringing out some feelings that haven't really been brought out before.
As we arrived home last night, we pulled into the garage as we usually do, I put the car in park, turned it off and got out. The girls moved slowly (as usual) and I impatiently waited with the door to the house propped open for them. As Little Bird walked into the door I hit the garage door button and the garage door descended while Little Pie was running her butt off trying to get in the door all the while emanating huge, real sobs. I was so taken aback by these real tears that I dropped to floor and embraced her quickly. She seemed so scared and I couldn't believe that I had done that to her (even though I'm sure I have started closing the garage door before). Then she said, you made my heart break Mom. And then my heart broke too.
Not even 20 minutes later we were rushing to get ready for bed as it was quite late. After tucking Little Pie in to bed (by now she was her normal, cheery self), I went into Little Bird's room to kiss her goodnight. She asked if Daddy was coming to kiss her and I reminded her that he was working in Illinois this week and would be home Friday. She commented that she wished he was here and I reassured her that the next two days would go by fast. I closed the door.
Then I heard those real sobs again, this time from Little Bird. I opened her door and saw the big tears falling down her face and her chest heaving up and down. She said I really really miss Daddy. I ran over and embraced her tight and she continued to sob and say how much she missed him. {While Rob travels a lot and our weeks with just the three of us are not uncommon, this was definitely a new reaction.} I asked her if she wanted to call him and she perked up and after running back downstairs to get my phone, she had calmed down a little bit. She had a big smile on her face when she talked to Rob on the phone and after hanging up we talked some more about missing people. I promised her that in the morning I would cut her waffles the way her daddy does and she fell asleep, likely from emotional exhaustion.
I couldn't stop thinking about the sudden emotions the girls displayed last night. I know they were probably brought on by being a bit over tired, but I was still amazed that they were so aware of how and why they were hurting. I hate seeing them hurting but at the same time I am pleased that they know how to have those emotions and how to work through them.
