I worked the evening shift last night and tonight and I arrived home about 11:30. Mason, as most of you know, does the whole "every other weekend" thing with his dad. I was at work when Matt picked him up. I was at work when he went to bed. I haven't seen him since Friday afternoon and it never gets easier having to share my son. I am blessed that I only have to share him so minimally- and if you knew his father, you would really think I am blessed to only have to share him so minimally. However, I still miss him like CRAZY and it was hard for me to not be home when he came home.
If ever I do work and come home after he is in bed, I tiptoe into his room and tell him good night. Sometimes he wakes up, sometimes he doesn't. However, I always promise him I will tell him good night when I come home and I keep that promise!
So, tonight...I tiptoe into his room, climb up the ladder on his bunk-bed(he sleeps on top),hug my boy and whisper, "I love you." Tonight, he woke up. My Mason says to me, "Get sump-ing"(translation: something). I ask him what he said, just to make sure I heard him correctly. He repeats, "Get sump-ing." I ask him what I should get. Mason tells me, in a sleepy whisper, "A kiss," and plants one of his "smoochy kisses" on my lips. He then lays back down and is fast asleep again in seconds.
I think I just fell more in love with my beautiful, firstborn son, if that's even possible. That 30 seconds in his room reconfirmed to me how truly blessed I am to have this resilient, sweet-hearted, 4 year old entrusted to me. I love my Mason.
This is a 3 year old, cellphone version of Mason, but peaceful, sleeping boy nonetheless.