But having said that, when it comes time to bid goodbye to someone, it is seemingly impossible to make her understand that she might not be seeing them for a very long time, or even ever again.
My father died back in August, and while he wasn't really a fun-loving, hands-on type of grandpa, he was always there in his La-Z-Boy whenever we visited. We go over to my parents' house every Sunday for dinner, and in the seven months since he passed away she has never once asked where he is. Back in August, I pondered how to explain his death to Audrey. I ended up doing nothing because she made it so easy for me to do so, and I figured why belabor it when she just doesn't seem to grasp the concept.
|Kitty kisses Audrey goodbye as she wriggles away.|
When it came time to say goodbye, it was for reals. We were moving far away and wouldn't be able to be a part of each others' lives as we'd had. It was one of those horrible ugly-cry farewells, but the whole scene went right over Audrey's head.
Unlike with my Dad, I find myself trying to shake the requisite emotions out of her for the benefit of the person that we're saying goodbye to:
"THIS IS A VERY SAD THING. YOU SHOULD BE CRYING. WE ARE NEVER GOING TO SEE THIS PERSON AGAIN. REALLY. NEVERNEVERNEVERNEVERNEVER!!!"
That does seem to get her crying, but probably not for the right reasons.
It must be so hard on teachers to make their goodbyes to children that they've grown attached to and not get any acknowledgment in return. But I suppose that they're used to it.
Audrey will likely be transitioning out of the school that she's been in for the past couple of years, and when she goes, we'll have to make our goodbyes to teachers, aids, and therapists that she's grown so close to.
And on her last day of school, she'll will walk out the door just like any other day, and move on along to the next set of teachers and aids that she'll (hopefully) charm the pants off of. The little heart breaker.