We snuggled in bed and talked. Repeatedly he shook his head no when I asked him about what he wanted to do for the weekend. Finally, with tears in his eyes he said "what I used to get to do was go and play ball with Grandpa. But now, I can't, and I just don't know what to do."
Oh my heart. How had I missed that? All of the times he'd go "play with Grandpa" instead of going to Nolan's football games, or hockey games. The hours of cards, go fish, war, and made up games of ball. They taped a stick onto a broken mirror and used it as a paddle to smack a plastic ball all around the house. Or they got out the old battleship game and even though they rarely managed to sink a single ship, they played for hours.
Of course he missed his Grandpa. I've just been too caught up in my own hurt to recognize his.
So we set out this weekend to help him through. And sometimes, the exact thing you need rises up to meet you when you need it. Colton was chosen to be the "Star Attraction" for the next school week. We got busy this afternoon pouring over his baby book, searching for pictures of him and describing all of his likes and dislikes. He likes hockey, baseball and golf. He dislikes, eating meat, doing chores and bees. He wants to be a