But then, while the in-laws were
dilly-dallying going through their usual morning routine, before taking The Boy to the new splash park in the husband's hometown, the kiddo came up to me and said, "And you'll go, too, Momma."
Now, we had a wedding to go to Saturday night and this was at nearly lunchtime. I needed to leave pretty much right then if I was going to see Michelle -- and even then, we'd have only about an hour -- and still get back in time to get ready for the wedding. I could have told The Boy no and done this. I did the math in my head. I considered leaving him with his more-than-happy-to-hog-him grandparents.
Instead, I looked down into his ketchup-smeared face and said, "Yes. Momma'll go, too."
When I was in college and returning from studying in Mexico, my parents came to meet me at the airport. So did Michelle and some other friends. I came down into the baggage claim and everyone was waiting for me. I hugged my friends first. I was surprised they had come. I expected my parents. I knew my parents would wait. I didn't want to put out my friends. The choice really hurt my mom's feelings, something I didn't understand until I had kids and probably won't fully understand until the boys do it to me some day. And of course, they will.
But now, now The Boy wants me, so I made my friend wait.*
"Ahhhh! It's watery, Momma! It's so watery," The Boy screamed, running through the fountains. "It's so watery!"
The Boy might not remember this exact moment, with the sun shining through the water droplets and his racing red sunglasses perched on chubby cheeks. But if I choose him enough, he's going to feel secure enough to make me wait someday, and I'll remember it.
*Sorry, Michelle, but I figured you would understand. Miss you!