In My Head: Part IX
By: Mia L. Hazlett
“Mommy, why are you home today?” I asked my mom.
“What are you talking about? You know why I’m home. You’re sick,” she said and continued to type on her laptop.
“Thank you Mommy,” I said and began to cry.
“Hey. Hey, hey, hey. What’s going on with you?” she set her computer on the coffee table and came to me on the couch.
I didn’t know why I was crying, but I really loved my mom right now and a bunch of other stuff. She put her arms around me and my head fell into her chest as I wept. I couldn’t stop crying even if I wanted.
I guess it was because I hadn’t seen my dad for a long time now. Christmas was the last time he promised and then failed to see us. It was almost February vacation now. I would never see my dad again.
“Baby talk to me,” my mother smoothed my hair with her hand.
“I know Daddy doesn’t love us and want to see us anymore, but what happens if you don’t love us and want to see us anymore.
She lifted my chin and looked into my eyes, “As long as the good Lord above allows me to breathe, I am going to be with you. There is never going to come a time when I don’t want to see you. Never. Do you hear me?” she kissed my forehead a squeezed me in her arms.
“You’re not mad that you have to stay home with me today?”
“You are my God-given priority. No work. No nothing, will ever be more important than taking care of you when you’re sick. There will be times when I still have to work from home like now, but I’m not mad that I’m here with you now. Plus, I don’t want anyone else taking care of you when you’re sick,” she kissed my forehead.
“I don’t ever want anything to ever happen to you Mommy,” I said.
“God willing, nothing ever will. And baby?”
“I know I’m busy, but if you ever want to spend time with me, all you have to do is ask. You don’t have to fake sick.”
My mother grabbed her laptop and walked to her desk. Before she sat down, she turned and winked at me. My mom was never going to get sick of us.
Copyright © 2015 Mia L. Hazlett