Leaving for work this morning, William clings to my hand and says, “I’m never letting you go, mommy. You’re my mommy forever!”
I stroke his arm that is attached to the hand that is holding me. In response he says, “If you leave, I will cry!”
I see the sadness in his eyes and so I stroke his forehead and say, “Why don’t you come out to the garage and hug me goodbye after I get in my car?”
He tentatively smiles and says, “OK!” So we hold hands and head into the garage. He stands on the step and waits for me to get in my car, buckle my seatbelt, open the garage, start up my car and pull it partially out of the garage. Then I open my door and he runs to me, crawls in my lap and holds on tight to my neck. He kisses me on my cheeks and my chin. I feel his hands tangle gently into my hair.
I remind him, “I’ve got to get on the road now.”
He looks sad for a second and then says, “Can you call me on your phone? When you close the garage door, can you call me on your phone?”
“Yes, I sure can! What a great idea!”
He gives me one last kiss, hops out of the car and runs back inside to wait for my call.
I love how his brain works.