RobDaddy

I was walking my daughter to school this morning after a last minute switch from home-schooling.

"You know why Mrs. Ryan is so happy to have me back this year?" Aubrey grinned and did a little hop-skip.

"Why?"

"Because I'm so good at math."  She smiled.

"You are good at math.  You know why?"  I looked over at her as we walked from the office to her classroom.

"Why?" She tilted her head, curious.

"Because RobDaddy was.  He was great at math."  I try to bring him into the conversation in positive ways because often she associates him with pain, grief and tears.  I want to help her get past the connection that when she feels sad she must me missing RobDaddy.

She smiled and said, "I'm great at math, too.  I just really hate it."