I finally picked up the ashes of our dear little departed Gherkin today and had to face explaining to my near-4-year-old what was in the tiny box.
Last month Sophie Jane handled the news of Gherkin’s passing better than I expected (I swear, I don’t give this kid enough credit). When I asked her about it a couple of days afterward, she leaned forward, touched my arm and, nodding, said, “It’s okay, Mommy… It was her time.” WHOA.
And so it goes.
So, searching for the “right” words, I explained to her that Gherkin was in the box. So to speak. And she looked at me, shook the box and said, “Are Gherkin’s fossils in there?”
And now I am trying to figure out why I was at all worried about how to explain all of this to her…