‘Mommy,’ the call stops me every time.
‘Sweet darling?’ I acknowledged.
She crossed her little legs and sat on her toddler bed. I sat on the plush carpet floor anticipating a conversation.
‘Mommy, one day I...,” her story began. The rest of the words were garbled but she made sure to engage me with a nodding head and animated hands. Every few words she would ask, ‘yeah?’ (though it sounded more like yaaaaa) and wait for my smile.
I sat astounded. This precious little soul, this person I helped create, grown in my womb, birthed from my heart, captivates all of me. She is my mirror. She makes me aware of the simplest treasures and the grandest thoughts.
Our conversation, or rather her speech to me, ended just as it started – with me stopped in my tracks. She declared, ‘good night,’ and lay back down upon her pillow. As her eyes fluttered to sleep she whispered, ‘love you.’
I gently closed the door and tiptoed my way from yesterday to tomorrow.
by Kristina Wood