“Mommy, I wish you were my age.”
“Really, why is that?”
“Because I would like sharing my toys with you.”
Wow. My own son wants to share his toys with me? That is the highest honor that could be bestowed upon me. I am humbled.
“Mommy, I like when you hold my hand. It always makes me feel better.”
“Thanks, buddy. You always make me feel better!”
Now he is asleep. Holding my hand.
Tomorrow he will probably tell me that I am the worst mother ever and I will have managed to ruin his life irrevocably in the tender preschool years.
But for now, my heart is smiling.
Good night, all!