When I don’t love you anymore . . .

J:  Mommy, where are my cousins?

BA: They’re away at sleepover camp.

J:  They sleep there?

BA: Yes.  Do you want to go to sleepover camp sometime?

J:  No.  I love you too much to sleep over.

My heart swells.  I live for these unabashed declarations of love.

. . . a few minutes later . . .

J: Mommy?

BA:  Yes.

J:  One day when I don’t love you anymore I’ll go to sleepover camp.

Ughft (the sound the proverbial knife in my gut makes).


12 thoughts on “When I don’t love you anymore . . .

  1. Hang in there, you are a fabulous Mom. One day they want to marry you and the next they are all grown up and dating.

    • I think about how fast the past four years has gone by and I know that the time is just around the corner when they start wanting to hang out without me. It makes me want to treasure these moments even more.

  2. It’s funny how full awareness of the context in which the second declaration was made doesn’t prevent the plunging knife, isn’t it?

    He’ll love you forever, though.

    Great post.

  3. Kids express themselves in the funniest ways. The other day my grandson told me that he loves me most of the time but not always. He then said, thats just the way it is. When he said he did love me he demonstrated with his hands held about twelve inches apart saying thats a lot isn’t it? Yes, I said, thats a lot. Even though i know the “not sometimes” part isn’t really true it is a feeling of a knife in the gut.

  4. So funny! Lately F has been telling me (when he is mad) that he doesn’t want to be my friend anymore…so far it has made me laugh but one day….I’m not so sure!

  5. I laugh when I get too – to myself. I usually respond with: “Well, that makes me sad because I will always be your friend and love you, even when we are upset with each other”. I have a feeling this falls upon deaf ears though. 🙂

  6. I keep smiling when I read this post for the 2nd time. Sometimes I think it will be bit troublesome when I am with kids. But I realize, from them I can learn many things and being honest.

    I like your son, he’s cute and nice ^^

    • Thanks! I think he is cute too and I find his honesty very endearing. I sometimes wish that I could remove my “filter” and say whatever popped into my head. Then again, that may not be such a good thing. 🙂

  7. My daughter told me once that she loved me when I made her dinner. I work until late most days, so don’t usually cook during the week. Does this mean she only loves me on weekends? Or do you suppose that a really good meal might have a little bit of overlap into Monday and maybe even Tuesday? (I guess leftovers in her lunch-thermos might help.)

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