"do the days go on forever mommy?" you asked me today. "do the days go on forever? or do they end sometime and then theres an explosion and the days end?"
We were sitting in the drive through for subway and you asked mea very heavy question i wasnt prepared to answer.
I choked back tears and tried to redirect you to another topic.
youre 4.
i dont want you to have the same childhood of fear that i had.
and honestly, i think if we began to discuss how fleeting life is in the grand scheme of things it would implant some terrifying inner monologue. I dont want to cry and tell you such adult things.
i dont want you to worry im going to leave you. I dont want you to worry that we will be gone.
i know we have to talk about it at some point.but right now, i want you to be blissfully happy.
and honestly baby, i dont want to think about it. the mere thought of ever not being within hugs distance is hard on me and hurts my chest, my heart, my soul.
i love you SO much.
if thats all i ever impart on you, exactly how much i do, im still doing pretty good.
love you baby.
Mahmee.
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