means that every other weekend I don’t have my kid. So I usually try to get a photo of the two of us before I drop him off at school on Thursday mornings (since Thursdays are his dad’s nights). This is today’s:
I look horrendous because I’m still recovering from the flu. He looks adorable as always (though he obviously needs a hair cut).
I’m going to miss him just like I always do. (Not that I don’t have a ton of fun during my non-custody weekends, because I definitely do, but his absence is always in the back of my mind.) He has been saying the funniest stuff recently. For example, the other day he came up to me and asked, “So what are Dave’s thoughts on marriage?” He then explained to me that he’s very much looking forward to the four of us (me, him, Dave, and Freya) being a family, and that he hopes we don’t get divorced. I almost cried, but I managed to hold it together and assured him he didn’t need to worry about that. I’m going to give him and Freya the family life they deserve. I helped break it and now I’m going to fix it (to the best of my ability).
Then in the car the other day, he said, “I have a serious question for you. What are your thoughts on having a baby, because I’d really like a little brother or sister?”
And my favorite: he hugged me last night and then said, “Mom, you are the best mom anyone could ever ask for.”
Be still, my heart.