And Then I Melted

I received a phone call yesterday from my son’s teacher. She was a little concerned because it was an hour past recess and yet my sons cheeks were still bright red and he was sweating profusely.

He overheats. A lot.

Not sure why.

Anyways, I told her I’d come in a take a look. My heart was telling me that he was fine. My brain was telling me that he was milking the situation because he wanted to leave school early. He’d been on a mission this week; he had been trying to talk me into picking him up early, on a daily basis.

I got to his school where he was waiting for me, coat and backpack ready.

One look at him confirmed my suspicion, the kid was milking the sweat for all it was worth.

Seeing as it was close to the end of the day anyways…and also, just based on how he was looking at me, I decided to take him home early. Yeah, he won.

As we were walking to the car, he stopped and looked up at me…

Him: Mommy?

Me: Hmmm?

Him: You’re not mad?

Me: No love, I’m not mad.

Him: You know how I don’t get to see you for like 2 or 10 hours while I’m at school?

Me: Yes honey.

Him: That’s why, whenever I see you, it makes me smile.

Me: You miss me during the day?

Him: Yes. I love you. You’re the best Mommy.

Me: That’s the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me.

He grabbed me hand, looked up at me with his big brown eye and his big blue eye and he smiled.

Of course, I squeezed him and kissed him so hard.

And then, we got into the car and I melted.

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