As I drove the familiar route home, I glanced in the rear view mirror at his sweet face.
“Tell me about your day, Mama?”
I started explaining what happened after I had dropped him off at his first day of preschool. My first full day without my boy since he was born, I think.
He scrunched his nose in dissatisfaction at the beginning of my story. “No! Tell me about MY day, Mama?” He corrected me, wanting me to recount all we had done together, like I so often did.
“I can’t, Buddy. I wasn’t with you today. You have to tell me what you did.”
He frowned again, and my heart broke a little. He didn’t like the idea or understand it much, this new situation where Mama doesn’t know every little detail in his daily life. I don’t like it much either.
I choked back the emotion welling up again, as I recalled the drop off that morning.