The Big H

I know I’ve mentioned the sign before – the big white “H” on the big blue sign that sits at the traffic light I often stop at on the way to dropping my daughter off at school.  This morning, as I sat there ignoring it as I often do, I heard “Momma!  LOOK! Letter H!  BIIIIIIG H MOMMAAAAA!!!!”.  Like it was the most amazing thing she has ever seen on our car ride ever.  And it might have been; I think this is the first time she pointed out a letter to me. She’s usually too engrossed in a book or the ipad.  But not today.  Today, she saw the sign and called it out….well, yelled it out.  It was cute, and I’m happy she called it out.  She knows all of her letters and the fact that she can recognize them anywhere, not just in context, is a great thing.  I just hope she never asks me what that H is for – sure I will say “oh that’s to tell us where the hospital is”, and then explain what a hospital is to the best of my ability. But that’s what the words will be outside my head. Inside my head it will be more like “that’s where Grandma died”.  I don’t know if I will ever say those words out loud to her, at least not while she’s young.

It’s easier to see that sign these days.  I don’t cry on seeing it and I didn’t cry today  – good progress made there, I think.