Saturday, September 28, 2013
It has been a hard week. Little Girl has been in tears several times a day. She misses her other grandma. She even cried at preschool. I feel at a loss on how to help.
Tonight I tried to explain to her that she needed to be in a home where she could always be safe and loved. I held her in my arms and stroked her sweet brown cheeks as the tears fell once again. Those big brown eyes so sad looked up at me and questioned, "But I'll never see her again?" Cradling her in my arms, we prayed together for God to take away the sadness and watch over her grandma.
It has now been two months since the children came to our home, and I think Little Girl's memories are fading. She can't remember what grandma looked like. It scares her. The things familiar to her are slipping away.
Little Girl is struggling with the same things many children who suffer loss deal with. In trying to process her circumstances, she wonders if this all happened because she was naughty or because she did not love enough.
My heart hurts tonight. Tears well up in my eyes as I think of her pain. I long to make it all better, and I can't.
Heading to bed but longing for the day when "He will wipe away every tear from their eyes."