Last night as I was tucking my daughter in, she said, "Mom, when I am a mom, will you be a grandma?" I said, "Yes." Then she said, "So, when I am a grandma, will you be dead?" I said, "Yes, probably." She paused, and then said, "That will be sad, I will miss you."
She is so our Deep Thinker.
That launched us into yet another discussion about the resurrection and atonement, and the importance of being sealed together as a family. Eventually, she drifted off to sleep. But it was hard for me to leave her, as I sat watching her and thinking of her initial questions. I wept as I thought of how much I miss my grandmothers, how much I will miss my own mother, and how much I will miss my little girl, some day. The cycle of life we go through is so interesting. The more one experiences in this life, the more one realizes how important it is, and yet how painful it is, to learn how to truly love those around us. What a comfort it is to know now that we really will be able to be reunited again with those that we have loved so much during this life.
We just said good bye to my husband at the airport this morning. He will finish out his intern year, finish packing and cleaning the house, and drive the moving truck up in three weeks. Our daughter cried and cried when she realized how long he would be gone, and then kept asking, "How long will you be gone, Daddy?" She is actually still tearing up about every hour or so and says, "Mom, I miss Daddy," despite my attempts to distract her. Her love is so strong, and so wonderful.