I went to lunch with my aunt and 6-year-old cousin to tell them that I was having a baby. I gave them their Valentine's Day card, and watched as my sweet girl processed what she was reading.
"So, you WAS having a baby, and then you WASN'T having a baby, and now you ARE having a baby???"
(What I wouldn't give to redo this moment, just to have a camera out to capture the look on her face. I almost think she was as excited as I was when I saw the double line).
"Yes, that's a good way to put it!"
She took a drink of her water, tilted her head to the side, and smiled.
And then she went back to coloring on the back of her placemat.
Nearly 20 minutes later, in the car on the way home, she asked "What will you do if this baby dies?"
And choking back tears, I replied "Aaron and I will just try again!"
That answer satisfied her, as much as a 6 year-old can be satisfied, and I couldn't control my emotions. I wanted to crawl into the back seat and hold her and hug her and let her hug me back. I didn't cry because I was sad, I cried because she cares. She has the heart of a young woman and the curiosity of a child. She asked a question that many adults would like to ask, but are too afraid to know the answer to. She made me say aloud what would actually happen if this baby died. We would try again.
Oh yes, we would try, try again.
And then she asked if she could be the first person to babysit and of course I said yes. How could I say no to such a sweet little girl who genuinely cares about me, about Aaron, and about our baby.
Yesterday, she gave me a card for the baby. The inside contained a $1 bill and some change. "For the babies piggie bank", she told me.
This baby is the richest baby in the world. It is loved more than it will ever know.