I could barely hear him over our poor connection.
He whispered from the backseat of the car… trying to keep his big sister from hearing him, “Mommy, last night…. when I was in the shower…. I cried because I missed you.”
And my heart plummeted to my knees.
And the air was sucked from my end of the phone to his.
I wasn’t home. And he missed me. And I miss him. And it is simply so hard to be away.
Usually, this role is reserved for his big sister. My small dude typically acts like it doesn’t phase him when I’m gone.
When we were done talking, my mother-in-law assured me she had seen no sign of tears and was surprised to overhear his whispers. Sure, I like to hear THAT, but still, SOMETHING made him say it, right?
*sigh*
I’m home now. And yesterday was a glorious day of hugging and snugging and wait for it… ice cream.
I think Spring arrived early just so we could share some time together.
I offered to play ball with him outside. To be clear, I volunteered to pitch to him, to kick soccer balls so he could practice his goal-keeping AND I offered to play basketball. He turned me down with a quick shake of the head and a, ‘nah’ each time. One of two things entered my mind: either he is afraid he will hurt me playing sports (quite possibly) OR he really did just want to sit on my lap outside and read (which we did as we waited for the ice cream truck).
I’m hoping for number two.
It is so good to be home.
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