That last post is depressing as all get out, so I thought I’d offer a little pick-me-up…..
I know there is no way to measure how much I love my son, but I can certainly give examples of why I love him:
I was holding Rowan when we walked past a shelf that had a lollypop on it. He thought that he was stealthy grabbing it, when I caught him, and asked him what was in his hand. He giggled, and stuffed the lollypop down my sweatshirt. I set him down, and Rowan gripped the bottom of my sweatshirt and shook out the candy.
It fell on the floor which led to a chorus of, “Mama’s a piñata! Mama’s a party!”
After composing myself we each had a lollypop and a “milk shape.”
EXACTLY what I needed after such a horrible week. He is my hero.