The cookout was in full swing; adults chatting on the deck, kids running around at play. I found him sitting by himself on the deck stairs, staring off in the distance.
“Watcha doing little man?”
He ignored my question and took me along with his thoughts.
“Mommy, how did we get our house?”
“Well, Daddy and I bought it.”
“Will I have my own house when I get big?”
“Yes, when you are an adult like Mommy and Daddy you can buy your own.”
We sat in silence for a few moments. As we watched some birds fly by, I took note of the warm summer breeze shifting across my face and marveled at how quickly the season is passing.
“But what if someone else is already there?” he interrupted my musings.
“Well, they will sell it to you, and then they will leave and it will be your home.”
“But how will I know what to do?”
“You will be big by then and know what to do, but I will help you if you need it.”
“You will still be my mommy?”
“Of course! I will always be your mommy.”
“Even after you die?”
I chucked at this and said, “I certainly hope I am still alive by then, but yes, even after I die. I will still be your mommy.”
Oh, so many big worries for such a little dude. And yet look how the time is slipping through my fingers.