Tonight G wanted me to read The Giving Tree to Him. This never goes well. I cry. I can’t freaking help it. The boy starts out playing with the tree and loving her, and ends up taking everything she has (which she is happy to give him), then comes to her when she has nothing left but a stump. He sits there to rest his old bones. And she is happy.
So, tonight I was bound and determined not to cry. And, with a few well-placed pauses and breaths, I achieved my goal. Got all the way to “The End” without shedding a tear.
Then G got in to bed and I covered him up with the comforter I knew he would kick off moments later, in favor of his little blue blanket. I gave him a kiss and told him to remember to never stop playing, even when he got really old. He promised he would never stop. Then he asked me if I would still visit him when he had his own family. I told him I would visit whenever he asked, and that I would always want to be a part of their lives.
Then he wiped tears from his eyes and said, “Why am I crying while I’m talking to you? This is so weird!” And I told him it’s because he’s such a sweet and caring kid, and that’s why he’s so special.
“You’re a good mom”, he said.
I almost made it without crying. And then I didn’t.