Gotta Love Children & the things they say!!!

You got to love kids, their comprehension never ceases to amaze me. My four year old often comes to me with interesting questions, I try hard to answer everything he asks and also remain simple yet still cover the facts. I recently went out of town for Memorial Day Weekend, my son had the chance to see his "papa" for the first time in almost a year, he was a little confused with this man I told him was his grandpa, apparently he did not remember him, and would only recognize my dad who raised me as his grandpa, he started with the questions. I explained that the man I was telling him was his "papa" was my dad even though I called him by his first name. I went on to explain in "4 year old language" how when I was a little girl even younger than he is, that one day I came home with my mom and my "dad" was gone. I elaborated to make sure he understood me. I told him that my dad did not take care of me, he didn't go to work and pay bills and buy me stuff. Then I told him my mom met a new guy a, and he took care of me and raised me, and that is why I call him Dad, and that is why he is your Grandpa. I again stressed,
"you see I came home and he was gone!" My son looked at me and asked, "well did he leave a note? You know to say he was gone or something." I laughed and I could only stand amused with the comprehension of a four year old, he seemed confused yet aware of the situation at the same time. It really it funny how kids pick up on what's real and what only appears to be.

I wrote this to "my Dad" in December of 2006:

So I was sitting here feeling a little bit creative, I must say.

Wanted to go to bed, but I will wait to sleep another day.

How are you doing, I called you but you were too tired to talk.

I feel bad when I call you so much because I do not want to stalk.

Still it is weird and I must let this off my chest…

No matter what you have done in my eyes my father is still the best.

I know in my life I have heard many tainted whispers of deceit.

Still getting to know you was my only greatest feat.

I know I will never get to be “Daddy’s Little Girl”

That’s okay though because I still got your curl…

More than that I must admit…

God has blessed me with your gift of wit.

I know I call another Dad…and he was the best I could have ever had.

Still do you want to know what’s really sad?

I still want to get to know you…oh so bad.

Come on Connie grow up…don’t you have your own baby and life to live?

This is true…I know it is…but if you only knew what I would give…

For my son to know his Grandfather, and see the connection

In my eyes that would almost be a life filled with perfection.

I write this not to disturb your fortitude.

I quit that long ago…being rude.

Just wanted to let you know in case you fail to remember.

The emptiness of my life without you is like a fire with no ember.

Connie Sheeley