The kids and I were driving home from a long day of many errands. We had run out of conversation, the radio was turned low and I reached over to Drew in the front seat, patted him on the back and said, "I love you buddy."
He looked straight ahead and responded, "O...kay?" Then, after a couple of seconds he added, "Why do you always do that?"
"Whenever it gets quiet you tell us you love us."
"I don't know, maybe because one day you'll be on your own and won't have me around all the time and then once in a while, when you're by yourself and it's really quiet you'll hear my voice in your head telling you I love you and you'll feel all warm and fuzzy inside."
"Huh. I'll remember that...when I'm rocking in a corner...all alone...after my first break up." And then he pretended to choke back fake tears.
That boy, he mocks me. But one day he's going to be alone in a room. And it will be quiet. And he will have had a hard day.
And he'll know.