Happy Friday, y’all! It finally feels like fall around here and I’m in a much better mood than I was a week ago. First, we made it through Jackson’s birthday (and birthday party), which I’d been stressed about and which was, fortunately, a success. Also, as I mentioned last week, my grandmother had a heart attack last Thursday — apparently, a pretty serious one — and wasn’t expected to make it through the weekend, but this woman’s like a cat with nine lives and she hung on and now she’s stable and back at home. We already had a trip booked to go visit her in St. Louis in a few weeks, and now it looks like we will still be able to see her, which is great (it’s been over a year and I really wanted her to see the kids again and for Jackson at least to maybe have a memory of her).
It still felt like an emotional week though. We got news that one of Jackson’s classmates — a 6-year-old girl — passed away last weekend of brain cancer. He actually didn’t know her — she was enrolled in his class but too sick to start the school year with everyone — but about half of his class knew her from kindergarten last year and so Jackson’s teacher told all the kids the news so that they could talk about her together. Jackson came home not really understanding — “Did she have chicken pox?” he wanted to know, and “Will she be coming to school soon, when she’s better?”. How do you tell a kid no, she won’t be coming to school because she died? It made me think about little kids’ irrational fears — the dark, monsters under the bed, human-size bees attacking them in the park — and how I’m not quite ready to transition to rational fears, how I struggle with them myself sometimes. Parenthood! Just when you think it’s getting a little easier, it gets complicated again.
Anyway, it’s not all doom and gloom here. We’ve got a nice fall weekend planned. I’ve got some butternut squash in the oven right now and the apartment smells delicious. Hope you all have a great weekend!