Last night after I put Boo to bed, I felt so guilty. I was angry with him when I said goodnight, and I couldn’t get over his little voice calling me a mean mommy. I knew I should stand my ground, but it was killing me. After an hour of sitting there listening to him whimper, my stomach was so heavy it could have been filled with depleted uranium.
So I broke.
I snuck into his room and lifted him out of his crib so I could bring him into the bed with me in the master bedroom. When I laid him down, his eyes fluttered open and he smiled at me.
“I’m so sorry I yelled at you, Boo. I love you so much,” I said.
“I farted,” he said.
Some time later, I was pretending to be asleep so that Boo would get the idea and finally settle down. My eyes were closed, so I couldn’t see him, but I felt him put his little nose right next to mine. “Mommy? Are you asweepin?” He asked. I didn’t answer. “It’s okay, mama. You go asweep. I’m here.”
And then he kissed me on the forehead, grabbed Bun, and snuggled up next to me. He sighed once and was still.
I know he couldn’t see me, but I was smiling. It didn’t matter that I’d been so angry earlier. He had already forgiven me. This, I thought to myself, is really what it’s all about.
And when I dreamed, I didn’t dream about mini giraffes. I dreamed about watching Boo chase birds around a big open field. It was a good dream.
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