I'm sitting on the porch having an important conversation with the love of my life about one of the loves in our lives when one of the other comes outside in his pajamas.
Mommy, put my sues on.
No baby, go inside and put some clothes on. We have to leave in a minute.
The crying starts. He doesn't beg or argue, he never does, but goes inside like I broke his heart.
Moments pass. He comes back outside, marches past me, and proclaims . . .
I unt to pay outside so I will now.
Oh no you don't. Didn't I just tell you to do something?
Es, but I unt to pay.
Go inside and do what I said right now.
Tears again.
But I unt to pay.
Little later and I come in to find him sitting on the bed, clothes off. I dress him and we begin to put his shoes on.
Mommy?
Yeah?
When I was back tere in dat oder roohm I said I have a bad mommy.
He begins to softly cry and gets in my lap, head on my shoulder. He's feeling something new.
You think Mommy is a bad Mommy?
Es.
Why are you crying?
Cause I feel bad.
Do you feel bad because you said Mommy was bad?
I say this as I try to wipe his tears but he won't look at me. Keeps his head on my shoulder.
Es.
Do you think Mommy is bad?
No.
You know what, son?
What?
We feel bad when we do something wrong because Jesus whispers to us. He is always trying to help us be good. You should always listen to Jesus.
Es.
Should you tell Mommy you are sorry?
I sory.
He hugs me tighter and I'm having trouble with my own tears.
Me too. I shouldn't have yelled at you. Are we friends again?
Es Mommy. I lo lou.
I love you too, baby boy.
I lo lou more!
He says as he hugs me tight and giggles. Everythings back to normal - except a piece of his heart. And it's better than normal.
I lo lou more!
He says as he hugs me tight and giggles. Everythings back to normal - except a piece of his heart. And it's better than normal.
And I love you, Jesus. You're already preparing him. Thank you.
