It’s been an emotional week, to say the least. My Grandma passed away peacefully in her sleep a few days ago. I had the sweet opportunity to sit with her and hold her hand the day before.
As I was trying to explain to my children that she passed, when I had just visited her and seen her sleeping so soundly, my son asked “Why couldn’t you just wake her up with True Love’s Kiss? Doesn’t she have a Prince?”
“Yes. She is with her Prince now,” was my reply.
“Well … then … isn’t she happy?” asked my daughter.
“Yes. She is.” I confirmed.
There is nothing I want to minimize about this situation. Except perhaps the grief that followed. But I do want to take this opportunity to celebrate the innocence of childhood. The sweet, simple logic that makes this world a beautiful place. The wonder and curiosity of children exploring difficult concepts that we, as adults, continue to wrestle with throughout our lives.
And I hope that as I continue to minimize the clutter of chaos and unnecessary noise in my life, I will have more opportunities to recognize these irreplaceable little gems that are the true “stuff” of life.