While driving home from daycare, no lead up to this line of questioning:
Arrine: What colour was your mom’s hair?
Me: (Turning and smiling at her.) Dark, dark, dark like mine.
Arrine: Was is curly or straight?
Me: Straight. Very straight.
Arrine: I want straight hair.
Me: But curly is great! I will straighten it for you though.
Arrine: Yes, I want straight hair for daycare and then I will show all my friends.
Me: What made you think to ask that?
Arrine: I dunno!
While struggling with bedtime and Arrine came out of her room again for yet another “I just have one more thing to ask you”.
Arrine: When you are grown up and I am grown up and a mommy, will you still be my mommy?
Me: Yes, I will be your mommy forever. My mom is still my mom.
Arrine: But she died.
Me: I know, Love. But she is still my mom. Come here, I wanna cuddle you.
(Arrine crawls into my lap and snuggles in.)
Me: I had the very best mommy. The best you could ever wish for. (Through tears.) I love when you ask about my mom. It makes me very happy because I miss her so much.
Arrine: Don’t cry mommy. (She looks up and puts her small, sweet hand on my check, stroking it.)
Me: Well, they are sad tears for my mom because I miss her, and happy tears because I love you so much.
Arrine: Don’t cry mommy. I’m your friend now.
Me: Yes you are, Arrine. And I am so blessed to have you.
It doesn’t get any better than that…