When my oldest daughter Peyton was three years old, life got complicated in a way she didn’t understand.
My wife was pregnant with twin girls, and there were complications that had her in and out of the hospital for several weeks.
That meant Peyton and I were spending a lot of time together at home — making dinners, playing in the yard, and taking long evening walks through the neighborhood.
One evening, during one of those walks, Peyton suddenly stopped.
She sat down on the curb.
She looked up at me and said quietly,
“Dad… I’m sad.”
That’s not something you expect to hear from a three-year-old.
Your heart drops a little.
I knelt down next to her and asked the only question that came to mind.
“Why are you sad?”
She paused for a moment.
Then she told me.
She missed her mom.
She was worried about her.
And she didn’t understand why everything felt different at home.
Three years old…
and already carrying the kind of worry most adults struggle to explain.
So I sat down on the curb next to her and did the only thing I could think of.
I listened.
A few weeks later, her twin sisters were born healthy.
My wife came home.
Life slowly returned to normal.
But that moment on the curb never left me.
I still think about it.
Looking back now, I realize something I didn’t fully understand then.
Even little kids understand love.
And sometimes sadness…
is just love that doesn’t know where to go yet.
If this resonated with you, you’re not alone.
