Things I don’t want to forget:
Looking up at the sky: pink, orange and yellow, soon to turn purple.
Sunset is your favorite time of day, but tonight’s happened later, and you’ve already been in bed for the past hour. I’m tired, relieved to finally have some down time, but still, seeing the changing skies always make me miss you. And then I hear,
”Mummy!”
It was only about a month ago that you started calling me mummy, after months and months of mama. I thought mama was my favorite until you first called me mummy.
And so I went into your bedroom, took your pacifier out of your mouth and asked, “what is it?”
You pulled on the curtains, “pink skies, mummy.”
I picked you up and brought you into the kitchen nook. I told you to look up at the sky. “Red,” you said, and we watched together as the sky shifted colors, signaling the day, you and I, to fall asleep so the bright moonlight could come out and play.
I love you, no matter what. Even when the days are long and my brain feels cloudy. Even when I’ve lost my patience. I love you more than all of the pink and red skies. I love you more than the moon loves the night sky. I love you whether you’re asleep in your bed or running in circles through the kitchen and living room asking me for the hundredth time to, “mummy, watch!”