I often mention how my oldest child participates in the things I do to honor Wyatt, but I wish I could bottle up his faith to show everyone as an example. I giggle as he often calls Wyatt “God, ” because he is 4 and can’t keep it all straight. Who really can, though? He says things that amaze me all of the time but last night he mentioned something that he has never has mentioned before that honestly caught me off guard.
“Mommy, Wyatt not sick.”
“I know sweetie; he’s in heaven.”
“No, that’s not what I say. Wyatt not sick because he never sick.”
“Are you saying he wasn’t sick when he went to heaven?”
“Yes. That’s what I said mommy.”
Sometimes I find that I just need to listen to him. More and more, I believe that he has a special connection with Wyatt that none of us will ever understand. It isn’t a typical brotherly relationship, but it obviously works for them. He will randomly tell me things about Wyatt. Wyatt Bear has become his comfort, his safety. When baby P is upset in the morning or late in the evening, he offers him Wyatt Bear to hold. It isn’t a permanent thing but enough to comfort him. When we talk about someone being said, he’ll say “like when I was younger (his new favorite phrase) and I was sad for Wyatt but now I not.”
Holy Cow kid! Maybe it is the innocence that allows him to believe so whole-heartedly; maybe it is that we try to make Wyatt being gone not so bad on the surface. Regardless of reason, his faith never fails.
Life jades us a little and we forget that child heart we all have inside. May we all look inside a little deeper to search for that inner child that has an undeniable, unshakeable faith. With Love- Heather