Saturday, February 14, 2009

How I Woke Up on Valentine's Day

"You're someone who I'm going to love for a long, long time," says a little person clad in footie pajamas, as he pads into my dark bedroom and curls up in bed next to me. "I love you too, sweetie," I say, putting my arm around his small torso and wondering if my husband has sent him in with a scripted conversation.

"I'm going to miss you when I grow up and move away," he says.
"I'll miss you too, sweetie. But you'll come to visit, right?" I ask.
"Yes, and I'll bring my children to visit you, Mommy." He says.
"Good," I say, drifting back to sleep. It's still early, I'm still tired, and I can barely stay awake, but I'm trying to memorize what he says so I can write it down later. By now I'm pretty sure this is a spontaneous conversation, not a proscribed Valentine's Day one. My husband is downstairs, awake, reading the paper, eating cereal, being the early riser of the family, and my five-year-old valentine is in bed with me telling me how much he loves me because that's just the way he is. Lucky me.


RAQ said...

Your posts are so sweet! I am not surprised you have such a beautiful son. Thanks for sharing!

Andrea said...

thanks! I hope you keep reading!

Andrea said...

Ooops, I meant Rachelle! Sorry!

Ms.JayBee said...

Valentine's Day has always had extra-special meaning for was my "gotcha" day (although they didn't call it that back in the late 1960's:-). My mom made extra efforts to make it special - gifts for everyone. It wasn't until later that I realized that this was the day I was brought into my family.

Andrea said...

That's quite romantic! My mom used to send me cards on my "gotcha day" (she didn't use that term either), but for many years I took it as an insult; I thought she was devaluing my real birthday. But now that I have a child of my own, I totally understand the importance of the day that a woman becomes a mother, whatever the method.
thanks for chiming in!
(And we missed you at the workshop today.)