I could have missed it. I could have walked away. I could have dropped him off at day care. I could have missed it; breakfast with William. We had the best talk; he over his Cinnamon Toast Crunch and I with my heart healthy oatmeal.
“Our tummies are in the middle of us, right Mom?” he asked.
“Right Will,” I answered.
“I have a wittle tummy now but someday I’ll have a big tummy like you,” he stated. (I winced.)
“Then I’ll be a grown up.”
“That’s right Will,” I assured him.
“Then I’ll have to go to work won’t I?” he questioned.
“Yes, you probably will angel man.”
“How will I get there? Will I go with Daddy?” he quizzed me further.
“Well, you might work with Daddy but you’ll probably have a job somewhere else. Soon you’ll start learning more in school and someday you’ll go to college. That is probably when you’ll decide what kind of job you’d like to have,” I suggested.
“Or maybe I’ll just get in love,” William stated.
“Well, I suppose that’s a possibility. You’ll probably still want a job though,” I told him.
“I might marry, uh, her, the one with the Thomas train,” he said.
“Who was that?” I asked.
“I don’t know,” he said.
I could have missed it. Thank God for little jewels like that hidden in the busy-ness of my life. And thanks to my dear husband who not only encourages me daily but works so hard so I can not miss those precious moments.