Nana Holds!

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The return day dawned sunny and bright with a cloud of sadness for all of us. I stayed in the background as they got him ready for school, listening to them both reminding him reassuringly that daddy was going back to work but we all would get to visit him again soon, and then before he knew it, daddy would be home for good and he wouldn’t leave any more!

George, Jenna and I had talked about the importance of her being present at least once during the middle of the week to help with this latest transition, this latest good-bye. Many times she would tell him, “You know what?”

“What?”

“I’m gonna come over and have dinner with you sometimes and stay the night.”

His eyes would light up and I just know he was grasping that promise, allowing it to reassure him in ways I’ll always remember because it was the mama-type of nurturing he needed. There is no such thing as too much nurturing, especially at his age and considering all the circumstances surrounding his little life. Daddies build the frame and mommies color it in.
Despite the rough start in the beginning of his life, this little guy has had some positive frame-builders and many hearts that have colored in his little frame with honest-to-goodness love and nurturing.                                                                                                                                                              Johnny in sugar
                                                                                                                                     heaven!
                                       
While that seemed to satisfy him and get him through the good-bye, it wasn’t so easy for Jenna. I can only imagine how difficult it must have been for her to say good-bye especially since neither one of them knew when they would get to talk again until his final return. It only made sense to go where she could feel closest to him: his son. And we were more than willing to be part of the comforting process.
Ah, but our emotions are a tricky thing, huh?

The answer to that question came sooner than we thought it would!

Join me tomorrow for more of the beginning of the end of this series, Nana Holds.
Encouraged and inspired,     

Evinda, aka, Nana

Nana Holds!