Being His Mom

 

I'm sitting in a completely black room because Rob has gone to bed and the only word that keeps coming to my mind is..

Lonely.

Sure, sleep is beautiful, quiet should be beautiful too..

But I start to miss those smiles and those slobbery kisses all too quickly.

He even throws balls now.

Since it's quiet, it's easy to think about time.

It's also easy to think about how the heck I got to this spot.

And to answer both of those, yes, time goes all too quickly..

And no, I have no idea how the heck I got here.

All I know is that that little boy up there has the only smile on this entire earth that can literally take everything away in a second.

He looks at me and I know that I am honestly and genuinely good at one thing..

Being his Mom.