Talk About My Day

I lay him down at night and he quickly rolls over to the edge of the crib, smashing his face against the bars while leaving his eyes to see. His little hand drapes down between two bars and his fingers wiggle waiting for you to hold it. As I lay down next to the crib, I grab his waiting hand, often letting him squeeze on to a finger or two. 

"Talk about my day Mom."

I ask him how his day was and sometimes he will ask me how my day was too. He will say his day was fine or just go right into something from the day. His thoughts are sporadic and short but surprisingly accurate and clear. The details that he remembers and deems important make me smile and want to pick him up and squeeze him. Often they make me reflect about the day too, wondering how I handled things or what was going on around him and how he felt if I wasn't there. 

From telling me he didn't like his ham to pushing with a school mate Elliot to saying he went to the park/school/store, he loves to discuss it. I ask him lots of questions to help prompt responses, then after a few minutes we say its time for sleep. 

It is a sweet time that I find myself enjoying probably more than he does now. I am infatuated by his take on the day and treasure these moments where he is so excited to tell me. I know it wont always be that way from his end, but Jackson I will always be there to talk about your day. I love you sweet boy.