If you had sent your two children to a Spanish Immersion preschool like we have for the past five years, then you definitely know what Dia de los Muertos is! Translation: Day of the Dead. I know, it sounds cyptic, but it's actually a beautiful holiday to celebrate the lives of those you love and who have passed on. The goal is to celebrate how they lived, not how they died and to connect with the loved one for one more day. It's become one of my favorite holidays!
If you know Aidan, you know that he is our sensitive little guy. He wears his heart on his sleeve and gets his heart broken easily. The upside of that is that he is one of the most thoughtful children I know (biased maybe?). But really, he seems to "get" it. He loves with 110% of his being and remembers the little things in life that are important. When he learned what Dia de los Muertos was, he was quick to ask if he could bring a picture of my mom, Grandma Vicky, who he has never met, to his school for the celebration. My mom died when I was six and of course her picture is prominently displayed in the room I spend the most time (my office!). Needless to say, I didn't bring the picture to school because I thought we would just bring it to the evening party. Aidan questioned his teacher throughout the day to make sure she reminded me to bring it. I received a call at about the noon hour from Aidan's teacher to make sure I DIDN'T FORGET. He even insisted on watching the phone conversation to make sure the message was made, loud and clear.
Part of Dia de los Muertos is to cajole the passed person's spirit to come back over to this side and connect. I am positive Grandma Vicky was thrilled to have this invitation from the sweetest little grandson on Earth *wink, wink, I'm sure she's biased to!*
All that what was missing was her dixie cup of spicy heart candy...
So happy Dia de los Muertos to you all from the Kearney family!
