I had no plans to complete today’s Writing 101: Dark Clouds on the (Virtual) Horizon assignment. But the following conversation that took place while running errands today changed my mind. I know kids say the darnedest things, but sometimes the lessons they can teach (or remind) us takes my breath away. And sometimes, the realizations can break my heart.
Youngest son: I love you, Mom.
(Before I can even respond)
Middle son: Why do you have to tell her that several times a day?
Youngest son: Because it is true.
Middle son: Yeah, but you don’t have to keep telling her.
Youngest son: Do you love Mom?
Middle son: Yeah, I do.
Youngest son: Then why don’t you ever tell her?
Middle son: Because I don’t have time.
Youngest son turns and stares at his brother.
Youngest son: Mom, I love you.
Me: I love you, too.
Youngest son turns back to his brother.
Youngest son: Wow, that really took a lot of time.
Middle son: Yeah, time I could spend playing a game. Besides, she already knows. I don’t have to tell her.
(And this is when my heart begins to ache because I realize that this child is truly his father’s son.)
Youngest son: You will be so lonely when you grow up. No woman will want you if you don’t tell her you love her.
Middle son: As long as I have money and my good looks, I won’t be lonely.
Youngest son: You will be when she finds someone like me that tells her they love her all the time.
Youngest son: Don’t worry, Mom. You’ll never be lonely. I will always tell you I love you.
If I allowed myself to cry, I would have been sobbing at this point. The lessons our children learn from us … especially when we don’t even realize what we’re teaching.