Putting Marcus to bed tonight I read to him the creation and how God made all things. We really got into, talking about what all God makes....animals, trees, Mommy's and Daddy's, which lead into his cousins. Marcus said that Baby Josh was his brother, so when I corrected him, "No Honey, Baby Josh is your cousin. But you do have a little baby sister", and reminded him that he had a baby sister his face lit up. I asked him if he knew where she was? And this was his reply...
"Mommy, my little baby sister is far, far, far, far, far away."
"That's right Baby, she's in Heaven with Jesus and God, way up in the sky"
"Mommy, Jesus and God and my little baby sister live on a cloud"
"Yeah, I guess that could be right Baby. You know who else is in Heaven with Jesus and God?"
*Marcus looks at me*
"Momma Mary. She's in Heaven too. Do you remember Momma Mary?"
"Yeah. Momma, she was sleeping the the really big treasure box. It wasn't a gold treasure box, but it was a treasure box"
A thought came to my mind right after he said that. To a child it is a treasure box, to grown ups it's a casket. But you know, I think Marcus had it right, it's definitely a treasure box. Our bodies might not be the treasure inside, but our souls are most definitely a treasure.
It took all I had not to cry right then. Life it too short and memories are keepsakes. Our stories are what our children's children will pass down when we are gone. And our children take in so much more than we give them credit for. Marcus doesn't know his little sister, but I do. It's my job and my responsibility to pass her story down to him so that he can have a little bit of Chatelle with him always. And Momma Mary as well. If all that Marcus remembers about Momma Mary is her 'sleeping', then it's my job to tell him just how amazing and wonderful and loving and Christ like she was.
Children are amazing little people. Marcus is constantly blowing my mind with what all he takes in. And tonight was a reminder to myself that he gets it.
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