The other day I dropped the kids off at daycare in the morning. As usual, Button skipped ahead, excited to see all her friends. Siah was holding my hand as we walked up the stairs to the front door together.
About halfway up, he looked me with his big blue eyes and with great solemnity said, “Don’t wowwy, Mama. I’m not gonna cwy. I’m a big boy.”
Aww, broke my heart.
Then, once inside, after I took off his coat, he said, “Mama, I need a kiss, pwease.” So I kissed him on his cheek. Then I said, “I need a kiss, TOO, Siah!” He smiled at me and kissed me on the lips. Button ran over and gave me a hug and a kiss. We had a short talk and then she closed the door behind me…
Which sent Siah into hysterics! I opened the door again and said, “Siah, what’s wrong?”
“I need anodher kiss, Mama!”
I laughed, gave him a kiss, and told him, “You’re my big boy and I am so proud of you.”
Then both he and Button closed the door behind me.
[Came to find out later, though, that after I left, Siah broke down crying and had a potty accident. I’m going to have to let him know that it’s okay for big boys to cry.]