My son is a big softie. (much like his father and grandfather, actually.) He is very sensitive.
And now, he is experiencing his first real loss. And it's breaking his heart (and mine in the process.)
He started kindergarten this year, and in doing so, made new friends. But one boy in particular stood out. His mom and I would take turns taking the boys to school. They played together at recess. They walked home from school together. We even switched babysitting so they got to hang out lots of Friday nights. And, of course, they saw each other at church every Sunday.
This boy moved yesterday. To Oklahoma.
ET was in the midst of doing chores (thank you Karate!), and I went to check on him. He walked slowly toward me and said, "I'm just sad today."
I had no idea what was going on. We hadn't fought; he hadn't lost priveledges: the usual culprits of sadness.
"My best friend moved yesterday," he sobbed, sitting down heavily by me.
I just held him and let him cry.