My love-child came home from her father’s house today. My boyfriend and I sat at the kitchen table as she ate her pot pie and talked about her weekend. She’s always known momma and dad live in different houses but she’s never truly asked why. Well….. tonight she did. And this is how it went:
Ava:(chews pot pie)”Mom…. did dad EVER love you?”
Me:(silent as I consider my response)”Baby…. your dad STILL loves me.”
Ava:”…… oh…. so did you ever love him?”
Me:”I did. A long time ago. I did love him…. but things change. People change their minds. Hey, it’s okay to change your mind, alright?”
Ava:(with a big spoonful of chicken and peas and carrots in hand)”Oh…. so you mean it’s okay if I change my mind about Justin Bieber?”
Me:(smiling)”Yes….that’s exactly what I mean.”
My baby. She’s so young and so innocent. My mom never talked to me the way I talk with Ava. My mother never bothered with things like conversation and love stories. my mother knew of war and dedication and I gained strength through her weaknesses. My baby. What will she ask me in another four years? What about another four after that? Her mind is magnificent…. yet I fear she knows too much already…. at such a young age. My baby…. when was the last time you truly were a baby?