Intervention
Tue 29th Jan 2008 by Ben Palmer.For the last two weeks we've been without our nanny, who's on leave. In the past, being without help for this amount of time would have filled me with fear, dread and at times depression.
For the first time since Jessica died I feel I am coping. Maybe it's because both children are at school/nursery during the weekday, but I don't think that's the extent. Possibly I've graduated as a Mum (albeit with a very basic level of qualification) or possibly it's because I also feel I'm able to help do something about the terrible condition that killed our wife and mother. Something, anything that prevents another's death is good.
Children's bedtime tonight was prompt and relatively struggle free, but Emily interrupted our bedtime rituals with, 'Daddy, I really miss Carly [our nanny] and Mummy.'
"We'll see Carly again soon, darling, and ..."
"But I still miss Mummy, Daddy."
"... we know we can't see Mummy, but we can look at her photograph, because she's safe in Heaven now. Mummy doesn't want you to be sad, Emily."
"Oww. But I reeeally miss my Mummy. I want to see her now, Daddy."
Even when they're without tears, these conversations leave me in no doubt as to why I want to start the ball of change rolling.
