We have had a hard time lately, learning that Nana (my grandmother) has cancer and is sick. The kids really did not know about it, but after visiting Nana in the hospital this last sunday, my Hannah has had Nana on her mind.
Kinda weird, to think that my kids GREAT grandma (Nana) is only two years older than their Grandma and Grandpa on my husbands side. Guess my side of the family all had their babies really young ;)
Anyway, after our visit to see Nana, Hannah has been asking some questions. In the van today she asked me some and I thought it was the sweetest little conversation!
H- "mama, why is Nana sick"
Me- "cause she has a bad germ in her lungs"
H-"what kind of bad germ?"
Me-"well the name of it is cancer"
H- "and the doctors are taking good care of her at my hospital? (Nana is in the hospital where Hannah was born, and she knows it as "her hospital")
Me- "yes they are working very hard to make Nana feel better"
H- " is Nana gonna be sick a yong time?"
Me- (feeling a little teary) " well it looks like she will be sick for awhile"
H- "maybe if Nana sneezes WHEALLY WHEALLY hard she can make the germ get out of her lungs"
Me-"that is a good idea, but I don't think it would work. It is a pretty mean germ"
H-"DOD can tell that mean germ to GET OUT!!!"
Me- "that is right baby! He sure can"
H- "I love my Nana."
Me- "I do too"
H-(after a long pause) "mama?"
Me- "yes?"
H-"what do yizards (lizards) eat?"
I was thankful for the change of subject. It was bitter sweet talking to my little girl about her Nana. I love her faith and her concern. I love that she KNOWS God can help her Nana. I love her tender heart, and curious mind, trying to figure out how to make her Nana better. I wish life were that simple. I wish my sweet Grandma was not sick, or hurting. For now, I will cherish everyday. Try and learn from my children and have faith and love, and realize that "Dod" is in control and can do anything.