A part of me just wants to post this picture and leave it at that. A picture of a balloon flying up, up and away. I mean, it is Wordless Wednesday, so I doubt that you’d think much of it. Except you might wonder why I’m short on words. I’m not usually very wordless.
The other part of me, the part that makes me his Mother, is excited to share a new story. To create a new memory with a child that I can never touch again. Yet, I’m sad at the same time. Sad that this is my life that I can’t write about hugs and kisses or guitar lessons. Sad that sometimes it’s just easier to let the balloon just be a balloon and let it float… away. But this is our story, So, instead, I share about the balloon in the sky. But not just any balloon…
A Balloon for Alexander.
The day was a special one, they all are. This day, the sun was shining and the whole family was enjoying it’s warmth. The Annual Dandelion Festival was in town and the streets were filled with bouncy castles, drum sets, crayon chalk, bubbles and balloons. Max was most interested in the drums and Artemis had one thing on her mind… balloons. Make that Pink Balloons.
The balloons were filled with just enough helium to make them float but not carry The Kids away. Artemis held onto hers like the prized possession it was. We offered to put a loop in it and tie it around her wrist but she would have nothing of it.
For two hours, she managed to think of nothing else. She gazed at it, ensured that it didn’t get tangled and held onto it for dear life. Like she does her baby doll. But then, it happened. The unimaginable.
She let go of it.
She reached for it but it was gone. She was in shock. The tears started immediately. She tried to hold them in but there was no hope. They streamed down and there was no stopping them. She tried to blink them away but eventually, they went the way of the “whole arm wipe”. She was so sad.
And then it came to me.
I turned to her and thanked her. Told her that I was thinking of him too and that he would appreciate that she shared her balloon with him. As she watched the balloon rise higher and higher, her tears stopped. As quickly as they had started. And, her frown turned into a smile.
She looked up and waved and said “Enjoy your balloon Alexander”.
That night, as I was tucking Artemis in I told her that I miss Alexander a lot and how much I appreciated her sharing her balloon with him. She replied that she missed him a lot too. And, for the past two days, Artemis has mentioned the balloon several times. About how happy she is that Alexander has it. Such a gentle soul she is.