"I Lost Kaari"

Poor little guy just wasn't himself today. His skin was really bothering him and so I think it was probably harder to be away in his preschool class.

On our drive home I asked him how his day was and he said, "I was crying. I sad about Kaari. I lost Kaari."

My response: "I'm so sorry, buddy. You were sad because you missed me. I missed you too, but I was so happy to see you when I picked you up. I always come back, right?"

Little D: "Right."

He didn't sleep well for his nap. I ended up sitting next to his bed.

Upon waking, I set him up with snack and then stepped away to get something. When I returned he was whimpering. I asked him what was wrong and he repeated, "I lost Kaari."

After an explanation of where I went and reminder that I always return, the rest of the day went pretty smoothly.

Tonight, I tucked him into bed and we finished our typical routine of "hug/kiss, hug/kiss, hug/kiss" before leaving the room.

He began scratching so I went in to remind him to be gentle with his face. As I stepped away he started crying and I went over to give him one last hug and he whispered, "I lost Kaari."

"I'm right here, sweetheart. I'm not leaving the house. I always come back, right?"

"Right." he replied as he snuggled in to fall asleep.

As I reassure him, however, I am acutely aware of all the people he has already lost and that while he will always have my heart, he will indeed lose me at some point too...