
On a sad note, my 12 y.o. son N.'s pet frog died yesterday and we had a little burial for her today. I sewed a little pouch for her out of froggy fabric and we buried her in the front yard. We're going to head out to find a little garden statue to mark her place. N.'s handling it as well as can be expected. It's hard for him to open up but, thankfully, he will come to me when it's too much and we'll talk and cry a bit. One thing I've learned over the years is how to deal with grief. There's a lesson I'd gladly give back.