The other night Big E came wandering into the kitchen while I was doing the dishes. He looked up at me with a puzzled look in his eye and for a moment I wondered if he was going to say anything at all. Finally he smiled and said, “Mommy, I love you.”
Big E is my main cuddle boy. He’s the one that goes out of his way to tell me that he loves me, crawls into bed with me in the morning, and will play with my earlobes when we are having a conversation. He can be sweetness personified and I love seeing his compassion in action.
So his “I love you” confession brought yet another smile to my face. I told him that I love him as well. He smiled, and hesitatingly turned to leave. To my surprise he came back and said, “Mommy, do you know why I say ‘I love you’ so much?”
“No, why?” I’m not sure what answer I expected, whether it would be profound for his age, or heart melting, or silly, but I waited in anticipation.
“Well, when I forget what I’m going to say, then I just say “I love you.” Is that ok???”
So apparently half the time he tells me he loves me its when he has forgotten the real reason he was going to talk to me in the first place! His little confession made me smile, though, and I love that his default response to forgetting something is to shower affection on someone else. I assured him that it was fine, and that it is always ok to tell someone you love them, but only if you mean it.
The rest of the evening he lavished me with I love you’s and there were a few times that he would sheepishly look up and say, “I forgot what I was going to say, but I really do mean it.”