Last weekend we had a full day of fun planned. My brother’s girlfriends little girl was having her 4th birthday party at a beach house….there was even going to be a huge inflatable jumpy house!! Major hit with my Lincoln. We are going on a huge family vacation to Disney World in September, and they’re coming with us. She has two children, and they were finding out at the birthday party that they were going to Disney! Their mom got them each a suitcase, and loaded it with a bunch of fun things for Disney and the airplane. Inside she tucked a fake ticket to Disney. How fun!
Lincoln has known we are going to Disney since we booked the trip, and he was just so excited to finally share this information with them. And of course he was excited for the party. He is such a little party animal.
Sunday morning (the day of the party), Jared sent me a text. He was ordered to stay at work for the day.
As you know he’s a police officer, and unfortunately, sometimes very crappy things come along with his job.
I knew there was absolutely no way we would be going to the party. It was already 2.5 hours from us. By the time Jared got home from work, the party would be over. Not to mention he had to work that evening, as well. It was just impossible.
I had to break the news to Lincoln.
It was seriously one of the saddest things I have had to do. I felt like I was breaking his little tiny heart.
He didn’t understand why Daddy was stuck at work. He asked if a “bad guy” got him (OMG). And eventually just kept saying, “this is such a sad, sad day,” with the biggest tears in his eyes.
Lincoln is such a sweet boy. He has the biggest heart, and he’s so, so innocent. He doesn’t understand that sometimes the world throws curve balls in our lives. Sometimes things don’t work out the way we planned. Sometimes life isn’t fair, and just plain old stinks.
I wish he could always look at the world innocently. I wish he didn’t have to learn these things. I wish I could protect him forever, so his tiny heart never gets broken.
Despite it being a “sad, sad day,” I tried to make it special and fun for my sweet boy. We played games and monster trucks. Anything he wanted to do, we pretty much did it.
When it was time for bed, Lincoln gave me the biggest hug and told me he loved me. That little boy. He has my heart. I gave him a hug, and smothered him with kisses, and then started a tickle fight! Hearing his infectious laughter made me realize that although it was a “sad, sad day,” I was able to turn it around for him. He was laughing. He was happy.
Sometimes, being a mother is so hard. It’s terrible to watch their little hearts get crushed. To not understand. But it’s in those moments that we have the ability to turn it around. To make it a little bit better. To love them more. To hug them longer. To have those tickle fights.