Thursday, November 12, 2009
My son is in the bedroom. He is sitting on the bed with his sketch pad and four crayons. I just went in to check on him, and I said, "I'm going to the kitchen to eat some noodles." He looked at me and nodded. Then I said, "Do you want to come with me?" He looked at me and shook his head. Then I said, "OK then, I'm going to the kitchen. Call me if you need me." Now, I am in the kitchen eating noodles, and my son is in the bedroom drawing quietly. Now and then, he calls out, "Mommy!" And I answer "Hi!" And then he keeps drawing quietly and I keep eating noodles. This feels like the most miraculous thing that has ever, ever, ever happened to me in my whole entire life.