Shortly after I returned from my walk this morning, Finn came downstairs. At first, our conversation was pleasant as I got him breakfast and made myself a cup of iced coffee (it’s already almost 80 degrees at 6:30 in the morning). Pretty soon, though, things turned loud as is par for the course with Finn lately. He started yelling about not wanting the cereal he had picked out and then had a tirade about a street sweeper. So I told him that it was only 6:30 in the morning and I wasn’t really interested in being yelled at yet.
He seemed to be thinking a bit as I got him a second kind of cereal. When I set the bowl down, he actually said, “Thank you, Mommy.” I kissed him on the head and went back to making Ezra’s lunch. Then he said, “Mommy, even when I yell at you, you still love me.” “Yes, I do,” I said. “And even when I’m dead, you’ll still love me,” he added. “Yes,” I said, feeling a little uneasy. “And even when you’re dead, I’ll still love you,” he said.
sweet.