Last week, I organized my first ever fashion show. So much fun, but as it was a very important evening for my little company, there was also stress and rush. I did my best to keep my cool at home as my boys easily worry for me if they sense I’m upset or distressed… Thought I’d managed.
Next day the show was over – I was deliriously happy, and utterly wiped out. Had crawled into bed without even having the energy to take my clothes off. My son was with his father that week and called me with his sweet yet determined voice: “Maman I want to come to see you!” First time for a visit when it’s the other parent’s turn to take care of them… Hmm. “I’m really tired honey I’m in bed, not much fun for you”. His mind was made up “You can sleep, I just want to look at you”. Strange, but you don’t say no to a child who wants to be with you.
He came – alone from one home to another – first time ever, too. His little face was cold from winter and alarmed with worry. As soon as he saw me peek under the blankets and smile at him, his concern melted away.
He had come to check for himself that everything had gone well and I wasn’t feeling low or lonely.
Of course I had told him over the phone that things were wonderful but he knows I wouldn’t easily tell him even if the evening had been a disaster… So he wanted to read it from my face.
He crawled to bed under my blanket, asked if everything was fine, I said couldn’t be better. Now he felt it was true. He played with my hair and hummed away little songs as he’s done since being a baby… I kept on dozing off…
Suddenly he said he wants to run to the store to get something. Another first. A surprise, he said.
He came back beaming with pride… He’d bought me milk for my morning coffee… There’s no getting me out of bed without it, he’d seen the empty fridge. AND he had bought me a bar of my favorite chocolate, placed in on my pillow.
“Okay I must go. Homework.” Now relaxed and happy, he energetically kissed my face all over. “Don’t get up. Sweet dreams ma petite Maman”.
It’s true what they say… It’s the little big things that truly matter. In my book that visit, milk and chocolate go down as the most beautiful display of love imaginable.