“Mom, would you spread the blanket over me and my girls?”So said Connor on a night last week when he called me – yet again – to his room. I’ll admit – I was annoyed when his cries of “Mom? Mom? Mom?” started up again when I was already downstairs.
“It’s almost 10:00 PM, child,” I thought to myself, exasperated. “Just to go to sleep!”
Outwardly, I called up the stairs, “I’m down here, Connor. What do you need?”
“I want you to come to my room,” he pleaded.
Slowly, I climbed the stairs. (A three-level townhouse is a challenge for this increasingly pregnant body.) In his room, I found his two "girls" – two Polly Pocket wannabes we got in a Happy Meal last year – carefully placed on his pillow. Beside them was the bejeweled magic wand Natalie had given him an hour earlier – you know, when it was bedtime – “to make him happy, Mom.”
And that’s when he asked: “Mom, would you spread the blanket over me and my girls? They are being cuddly.”
What can a Mom do with that but smile and oblige?
“Thanks Mom.” He smiled at me with angelic eyes. “That’s perfect!”
And thus, my insides turned into a Lava Lamp. And I smiled back. “I’m so glad buddy.”
Of course, in 15 years, if he asks me to spread a blanket over him and his girls, there will be a different ending to this story. But for now, we'll leave it what it is: Three-year-old boys who are in love with their mommies are some of the sweetest creatures God ever made.
