Who knew that a little pack of three toothbrushes could cause such empathy, love, and heartache to roll around in one’s heart all at once?
It all started with a family outing to Target in which there were a
few million items we needed. It was fairly simple. A present for a child’s party, some half and half, some soap, you know how it goes. Next thing you know, the whole cart is full of crap you never knew you needed.
After we got home to unload, the kids want to try out their new toothbrushes. Hubs had grabbed a pack of three toothbrushes that were on sale. They were excited to brush their teeth with something new!
While my seven year old was looking at the box they came in, he examined it and said aloud, “If Baby Bailey were still alive, there would be a toothbrush for him too.”
And there it was.
My son remembering his brother.
The one we lost 5 years ago.
The one who never got to choose his favorite superhero toothbrush.
The middle one.
And what I love so much about it? Is that he remembered without any mention of it from me, though it’s never far from my mind.
There should be three boys. I know. He knows.
And they each chose a toothbrush on either side, leaving the middle.
Just where Baby Bailey’s place in our family is.