Tonight I was tired after a long day of laundry, cleaning, and other chores that went undone while I was at BlogHer. After dinner, I told three-year-old Widget that I was tired and needed to lie down for a while. He decided to come with me, saying, “I keep you company.” (Widget’s words are in bold for this post.)
“Mama, can we play that laces and cards game we used to play when you would spend all day in bed?” he asked me.
“Sure.” (Brief pause while I get out the box of cards.) Then, casually … “Do you remember those days, when I spent all day in bed?”
With trepidation, I asked him, “How did it make you feel?”
He turned his little face up to mine and said, “I liked being with you and playing with you on the bed,” and that was it. No worries, no concerns, no freak-outs. Just that he liked being with me. And, even after all we’ve been through with this illness, he still does.
Aw. “You’re my sweetie.”
“You’re my mommy.”