Last week, Lee told me that he would probably be coming home a week or two after his expected arrival time. That means my counter is off by a little more than a week, but I don’t know how to fix it. I stopped removing chains from the paper chain we made until I know a little more (I should know a little more in the next few days).
I’ve found that my children don’t express their feelings or disappointment much. If I ask whether they’re missing dad, the answer is always, “Yes.” I’ve had a few comments like “Is Daddy EVER coming home?” and such, but none of them have said anything about being disappointed or indicated that they’re having a harder time with the uncertainty. It is easy to ignore the need to teach them about disappointment simply because they can’t or don’t articulate it. I can easily assume that their outside reactions accurately represent their feelings, when it doesn’t. I’m learning that I should bring up conversations “just in case” in response to what might be going in inside. Sometimes my perception is wrong, but I think it’s wise to risk it. No harm done if my children look at me like a raving lunatic, right?
So at breakfast (or lunch, or dinner) we’ll probably talk about trusting God in diappointments. Now I have to think about what I will say!