We all need comfort and consolation--

I made an interesting observation yesterday. Parker, woke up from a nap while his mommy left to pick up Aaron. Parker woke up and wandered all through the house calling, “Momma, where are you? I need you.” He was inconsolable. He wanted Momma! I felt so bad for him. I called Candice so she could talk to him. He was mad by then and was unresponsive.

I made the observation that Parker’s heart was broken, and he was feeling the loss of his mother, even though me, grandma was right there for him. No one, except maybe Dad would fill that spot.

He perked up when his cousin, Luke came. He is six months younger than Parker and they get along great. I made the conclusion that his loss was so real and like so many other things life will bring him to experience--this kind of feeling will happen again and again.

He did not like being alone, he resisted it, and was really MAD about it even. He was able to get himself together when Lukie came over. They played and he was fine for another hour or so. He had something to fill his hurt even if only momentarily.

Did he stop loving his mother because she wasn’t there when he wanted her to be? NO, of course not. Did he love her less when Luke came over to visit? NO. He was distracted and soothed through it by the presence of another individual there for him at the right time.

Are we not sometimes like little boys? We have a hard time being alone by missing a loved one, and have to yield to the situation and make the best of it, right? There is comfort if it is accepted as such.

Parker got over his hurt quickly, and momentarily forgot himself.