So, Olivia and I went to Joe's parents' house last night to drop off some of the larger "supplies" for Olivia's stay with them while we are gone. Grammy and Grampy get the bouncy house and Liv's bike for the week, and I also went ahead and packed her clothes and shoes. (Surprisingly, or not so, packing so many clothes up did not at all affect my ability to clothe the child for the rest of the week. She has more changes of clothes than Vanna. I kid you not. All hand-me-down. Yay, cousins!)
On the hour-long drive to their house, Olivia kept asking me why her bike and bouncy house were in the back of the van. I decided it was time to explain her impending visit with Grammy and Grampy so she could prepare herself for the extended stay.
Me: "You are going to go stay with Grammy & Grampy for awhile, starting next week."
Me: "Because Mommy has a pain in her tummy, and she has to go to the hospital so the doctor can fix it."
Me: "Well, honey, there's something inside Mommy's tummy that hurts her and the doctor is going to make it all better. Isn't that nice?"
Liv: "Is Daddy going to the doctor too?"
Me: "Yes, Daddy has to drive Mommy."
Me: "Because Mommy will be taking medicine and won't be able to drive."
Liv: "Oh. Why?"
It was a bit circular from there. A lot of "Why". Welcome to the "Why" stage of childhood.
But, ultimately, she got it. I think. Because when we were at Grammy and Grampy's last night, after Olivia showed off her mad bike-riding skills (declaring, "Look, Mommy! I'm super awesome!"), Grammy was asking her if she was excited to come visit them next week. And Olivia said, "Yeah, I'm going to stay here with you and Grampy! Mommy has to go to the doctor because she has a pain in her tummy. The doctor's going to take the pain out at the hospital. Grammy, can I run in the sprinkler?"
Hmmm...doesn't appear that she is dwelling on Mommy's surgery too much, does it?
So, I think it will all be OK. I think she'll be fine. The separation will probably be harder on me than it is on her. They have all these plans for outings and fun stuff to do. She probably won't want to come home with us when we get back.
Maybe that's what worries me.