Skip to main content

Where, Oh Where Has My Emmaline Gone?

Davis is missing his big sister. He asks all the time where is Emma? He will answer himself. "I don't know. She ride on the plane."

He gets in the car and sees that her seat s not there and asks again, "Where is Emma?"

Saturday night it was time for a bath. Davis is usually the first one in and Emma comes along later. Davis got in the tub and hollered, "EMMA! BATH!" I told him she would not be coming. He looked so lost. He did not know what to do nor did he play much.

Davis has had his Emma always. He is rarely without her and they play together all the time. He loves her and loves her company.

Emma told me before she left that she would miss me and her father but NOT Davis. Yet yesterday when I spoke to her on the phone, what did she ask me? "Is Davis missing me? Has he asked about me?"

When I was pregnant with Davis and for a while after I had him, I was worried about what I had done. Emma and I had been alone for almost four years and this was a huge adjustment for both of us. I was sure I had ruined her life by giving her a sibling.

After the last couple of days, it is clear to me that I did not ruin anything. I gave her a playmate for life. And he feels the same way.


P1010211

Comments

Dee said…
I think it is sweet that he is missing Emma. I am always amazed at the love displayed when I watch my two nephews play together. It is nice to see siblings loving each other instead of fighting!
Abby said…
It is amazing. And reassuring. No matter what my kids will always have each other. And they already know that.
Judy said…
Oh, too much sugar for one morning.

It's so great to see siblings loving each other. Guthrie alternates on Turner - beats him up with a train, then picks him up and gives him kisses when he cries.

And ever since the girls went home, Guthrie keeps saying, "I want Sissy and Rosalind back!"

How are YOU surviving without Emma?
Abby said…
I am getting by. I talked to her last night and she is having so much fun. I miss her like crazy and Davis and I are getting ready to run errands, just the two of us, and it feels like something is missing.

I know it has been good for all of us, her being gone. But I realize how much I miss everything about her now!
alimum said…
oh this is so sweet.

I have been a bit of a slacker with checking into the blogs I follow (the holidays, bad houseguest situation) and realize Emma is back with you now, but I wanted to just chime in that your description of Davis' love for his sister makes me cry.

Popular posts from this blog

De-Lurking Week

I forgot too that it was delurking week. Thanks for reminding me Amanda . Here you go... And by that I mean, if you are reading, leave a comment. Anyone can leave comments you just have to click anonymous and sign your name. My sister does it all the time. Come on, you know you want to......

I'll Do It Better In My Next Thirty years

Today is doomsday. At 9:05 a.m on this very day thirty years ago my mother gave birth to me. I have done the "Holy crap, where did the years go?" I have done the "When did *I* get so freaking old?" I have cried and been mad and upset. I have looked at my life and realized it was NOT what I thought it would be at thirty. In both good and bad ways. I have run the gamut, so to speak and frankly now I am worn completely out. I am done. I went through getting old sucks . I spent time reminiscing about Swatch watches from back in the day. I have shed tears over my babies not being babies anymore . I tired to stop thirty from coming and realized that it was inevitable. I even got my friends to realize that we are indeed getting old. So today, as I move on in life and have to start checking a new box on forms, I still stand by my very first post on getting older. I think Tim McGraw has it right. My Next Thirty Years I think I'll take a moment, celebrate my age The en...

It Is Official...

I am now officially a participant in the NaBloPoMo . What is this you ask? It is an alternative to National Novel Writing Month, otherwise known as, NaNoWriMo . The goal of NaNoWriMo is to write a 50,000 word novel during the month of November. Since I lack focus, which some like to call adult ADD, there is no way I could do that. So, enter NaBloPoMo. Besides sounding funnier, it is a much more doable thing for me. The goal of this? Post an entry to my blog every day for the entire month of November. You heard it folks. You will be blessed with some random something from me EVERY DAY for the ENTIRE month of November. I am even on the Official List. I am, really. You can go look. Now you may be asking yourself how you got so lucky. And I can not give you the answer to that. All I can say is that you can look forward to me rambling about basically nothing for the whole month. So sit back and enjoy the ride. Now, if I could only figure out how the hell to put up my button and get it to hy...