We’ve done our best, or so we thought, of letting the kids know what’s going on. We tell them based on what would be age appropriate. Evan is 12 and Jesse is 7. You have to handle them differently. Brian did most of the talking, and I stepped in with, do you have any questions. We sometimes don’t give kids enough credit to figure out for themselves what’s going on. That’s what happened on April 6th. I came home from from taking Evan to baseball practice and noticed the flag up on our mailbox. Jesse normally gets the mail, he calls it ‘his job’. I assumed he put the flag up being silly. So I went to check the mailbox and what I found… Almost brought me to my knees.
Dear Mom, I hope you are OK at the doter. I love you. I hope you have a gerate day.
He was already in bed, so I knew I needed to talk to him the next morning. And hold it together damn-it! That next morning, I told him I got his letter and I loved how he was thinking of me. At first he was confused. He wanted to mail me that letter. He said, “what’s the point of mailing a letter if you can just talk to someone or call them.” Exactly. So I told him, he can always talk to me. He now thinks the postal service is waste of time. Me too… all I get are bills.