“Maxwell, guess what?”
I was in the kitchen washing dishes. Soap bubbles were swishing around in the hot water, and my feet had warmed the floor underneath me. I shifted to find a cold spot to stand.
He was sitting at the dining room table — our new table, one that can easily hold 8 people. He looked so small comparatively. Max picked up another Lego and was getting ready to place it on the truck he was building.
“I love you so much!”
“Yes, you do,” he responded.
I don’t think he even took his eyes off of his project. He sat there, building away, yet I know he had fully heard me. And then my heart burst wide open. This was one of my best, my happiest conversations with Maxwell, because it affirmed for me what I’ve been working towards since he was born: that my son knows he is loved by me. But more than I want him to know my love, I want him to be confident in my love.
Max is an incredibly creative, incredibly smart, and incredibly strong little boy. These early years with him are the foundation to the man he’ll grow into :) And I get a front row seat.
His voice was so sweet as he responded to me. It really made me stop for a moment and think about how powerful and influential my role is as his mama.
What we say to the people who live with us, how we treat the guests we welcome inside, has influence. It’s good to be reminded of this during these wild, fast, tender years.