Conversation with my son
Jun. 12th, 2008 02:35 pmOn my arrival home, he runs over, throws himself in my arms, yells "momma, you home! you home!" puts his arm around my neck and whispers, "momma, you my best friend."
I bought him a felt puppy hand puppet at a garage sale last week. He put it on when we got home and crinkled the puppy's face up. "Puppy not happy," he says. I try to comfort the puppy and offer to pet and play with him. "No" says Royce, "his mommy not home. He not happy. mommy working." My heart breaks a little. I suggest the puppy play with his Daddy, but "daddy working too. mommy and daddy working. I not happy." His face scrunches up like he's the saddest boy ever. My heart cracks in half.
At 6am, he pats me and then his father. "The sun is awake! It's time to wake up. The sun is looking at me!" (We need blackout shades) "get up momma, we play!"
Last night, before bed, he asks, "momma, will you please take me to bed?" and when I was slow to get off the couch, he urges me on, "momma, put on your glasses."
I bought him a felt puppy hand puppet at a garage sale last week. He put it on when we got home and crinkled the puppy's face up. "Puppy not happy," he says. I try to comfort the puppy and offer to pet and play with him. "No" says Royce, "his mommy not home. He not happy. mommy working." My heart breaks a little. I suggest the puppy play with his Daddy, but "daddy working too. mommy and daddy working. I not happy." His face scrunches up like he's the saddest boy ever. My heart cracks in half.
At 6am, he pats me and then his father. "The sun is awake! It's time to wake up. The sun is looking at me!" (We need blackout shades) "get up momma, we play!"
Last night, before bed, he asks, "momma, will you please take me to bed?" and when I was slow to get off the couch, he urges me on, "momma, put on your glasses."