While I was sorting through some things, I came across a note I'd jotted down about six years ago of a conversation I had with Ben, who was three.
I am so grateful to have experienced moments like these, and like most parents, I failed to write most of them down.
So I'm double grateful that I actually wrote this one on a piece of paper.
I was sitting in the back seat of the car with him, and he said,
"Mom, our hearts are broken."
"Why?"
"Because mine broke in half and went into you and yours broke in half and went into me."
My heart (or at least the half that's mine) melted right then and there at Ben's uncanny ability to sum up perfectly how love feels.
If you've had children, you know that it really does feel like half of your heart is with them all the time.
Nice to know that even if it's for a brief part of their lives, they feel the same way.
November 3, 2008
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3 comments:
My heart (half) melted when I read that. How very precious.
Grandma Anna
Isn't it??? And it's so Ben to be able to put words to that reality, isn't it?
very insightful.. and just what a kid should say.
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