Normally we dine out once, twice or thrice a week, only both of us. And during the dinner we usually chat on various subjects.
I consider my 9 year old only son, as an inquisitive boy. He likes to spend time thinking, wandering and then asking things. Well, he doesn’t ask much like he used to when he was younger, but for me his questions now are quite … thoughtful.
Like, “Do you believe that there could be aliens out there?” or “How can I possess daddy’s DNA while I didn’t come from his womb?”
There are times when his questions make me travel far enough within myself since no one has ever asked me such questions. And those are times when he’s like … my best friend? my counselor? my angel? well.. my anything … but a son.
He asked, “mommy, why do you want to have a child when it just makes you lose your fun time with your friends?” ; “mommy, who taught you to have a strong will?” ; “mommy, how did you come to know Jesus?”
When I shared memories of my childhood with him, he just responded, “so, I know why you get angry easily, because you didn’t get much love when you were a kid”.. so, he left me speechless and teary.
And at the end of the day when we were already in bed, he said, “mommy… I love you” .. and my heart was like a melting ice cream.
Soon after, he changed his clothes into pajamas, threw away his clothes on the floor then laid on the bed while playing his action figures. And when I started to lay down by his side, I directly screamed, “oooucchhh!!” .. I got back-stabbed by an action figure.
I am back to reality. He is still 9 year old and he is my son.
With him, I often feel like being split in two worlds… in one world I am a fragile woman in front of a 9 year old boy, in another world I have to keep my sanity in order not to either get back stabbed by an action figure or foot stabbed by a piece of lego on the floor. What a mother’s life…
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