Sandcastles in the dark
The darkness crept in.
And my girls saw me crying.
I tried to escape, I put my hair in front of my face and told them both I’d be right back.
I shut the door and lay face down on my bed. The sobs came fiercely. No suppression, I wanted them gone.
Footsteps outside the door. I breathe deep, healing breaths. I will be okay, I will be okay, I repeat to myself in whispers.
The sobbing and tears end. I look in the mirror, my face does not have the ability to hide the pain.
I open the door and they are both standing there.
“mommy crying” my two year old says.
“mommy’s fine” I smile and say to both of them.
My 6 year old says nothing. She wraps her arm around my middle and I kiss the top of her head.
“let’s go finish building with those blocks!”. My voice chipper and forced.
Maeve looks at me and smiles. We build castles together.