It’s been a crazy week at work. Going in early, coming back late with meetings all day.
So A and I have missed our morning routine – milk together, breakfast, then the drive to school. And by the time I get home, he’s fast asleep, or I just go and crash.
I crawled into bed at midnight, after my calls. I’d last seen him at 8:30 am. He’s had a mild fever in the evening…
His eyes closed shut, he reaches out, feels my face and asks “Where’s Dad? Who’re you?”.
And my world shatters.
I mumble, “Its me. Mumma. I’m back”
Still asleep, he answers back feebly “I didn’t cry. I didn’t bite. I won’t scratch. Promise.”
It took a while for it to sync in. Earlier, I’d threatened him I’d go off to office if he threw a tantrum & bit & scratched me. And then I was gone. The whole day. 12 hours.
He was still a bit feverish. He sat in my arms for a while. We went searching for his Gems ball. He had some water. I tucked him in again.
2 minutes later, I came back from the loo. He was sitting up on the pillow. “You went to the bathroom na…. I was very sad… I was waiting for you..”. And I melt into a complete puddle.