She's always been a daddy's girl, and that's fine and that's sweet when he's here but the problem is that he is so often Not Here. And then she's inconsolable. If she is generally kept happy everything proceeds smoothly but as soon as she's tired or her sister won't trade chairs on her whim or I deny chocolate milk because it's too close to bedtime, she begins to moan.
She sounds like a ghost, except that she sits right in front of me as she cries.
It used to be worse because now she is, if this is a consolation, at least old enough that she understands that he is absent. Until recently his departures meant that she'd scream for him, expecting her cries to pull him back into the room.
So these piteous, heart-wrenching moans are a big improvement.
She asked this morning if we could call him but I had to say, "we can't, love, he's in a meeting right now." She responded, but I need to talk to him. I want to tell him he is taking TOO LONG to come home.
Last night when she was upset about his absence at bedtime I found a small framed picture of M from his childhood and I put it on her nightstand. This brought her some comfort, knowing he was looking over her while she slept.
Tonight it wasn't enough. She cradled the picture frame itself, sharp aluminum corners and all, as she moaned about his absence. I tried to remove the print from the frame but she insisted it be kept intact. I thought I'd sneak it out of her arms once she fell asleep but when I just checked on her, she was still hugging it.
Two more days, sweet girl. Two more days.
(For this trip.)