While at my mom’s house yesterday, we put the triplets down for a nap on the floor of my mom’s bedroom. Jaden came sneaking into the room. My sister held her hand to her lips. “Sshhh, the babies are sleeping.” He army crawled over to them and said “I just want to give my brothers kissies” Then he kissed each of them goodnight.
My mom told him he should go and play. You know what my four-year old said? “I think I’m going to stay here and make sure my babies don’t get sick and stop breathing again. I don’t want another baby to die.” Protective and insightful big brother. One who protects and loves. My heart broke and swelled at the same time. If only I could protect my three living kids from the pain of Owen being gone.
Jaden sat in the bedroom, quietly watching over his little brothers for almost an hour. I was half nervous that he was more in tune to something that might go wrong than I was. The night Owen stopped breathing, Jaden was talking about his Great Grandpa and asking why God takes those we care about so much. Could he see the angels that came for Owen? When asked what do angels do, Jaden said “they help people die.” Was he told his from someone? Does he know more about angels because he’s open to the wonders of the world?
I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again … I wish I could see the world through a child’s eyes. It sounds beautiful!