Tonight Archer didn't get his way on something and said to me, "You broke my heart! You broke my feelings..." I wanted to laugh because the words coming out of his mouth seemed unbelieveable to me, a three year old telling me that I broke his heart. And when he says, "I hate you" I know that he can't fully understand the meaning of these words. Or does he? Did I really break his heart? Does he REALLY hate me at that moment?
Later we were sitting outside and he climbed up on David's lap and then said, "I want Mama" and my heart swelled. I kissed his head and cheeks and neck and he said, "You kiss me that why you love me?" (Sometimes he mixes up the words "why" and "because.") "Yes, I kiss you because I love you."
No matter how hard it is to do the right thing with Archer, he somehow still makes sure I know how good it feels to have him in my life. Yesterday I was heartbroken that he felt abandoned, today I am on top of the world that he just wanted to sit on my lap and let me kiss him for a couple of minutes. I really love that boy.
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