Thursday, July 21, 2005
My One and Only
Yesterday, I could not have told you with certainty that Max knew Boo's real name. Around here, the younger son is known as Boo, or Boo Boo, or Mr. Boo. I'll sheepishly admit that on occasion, I still refer to him as Baby Reed, this despite the fact that he can speak in complete sentences and undress himself and serve tennis balls overhand. But he's still the shortest stack in our house, and to my ear, "Reed" sounds like the name of someone who might be leaving for college any day. So for now, I generally reserve Reed's legal name for doctor's appointments and school forms.
This evening as I was tucking Max into bed, he was pondering his relationship with Boo.
"I take care of Reed," he said somberly.
For a moment, I wasn't entirely sure of whom he was speaking, so I asked Max how he took care of him.
"I'm nice to him, and I pet him softly. I chase him when he runs. And I share my toys with him. That's how I take care of him."
Max layed his head on my chest. "And I also love you, mommy."
"I love you, too, Max."
"You're my only mommy."
"And you're my only Max."
This evening as I was tucking Max into bed, he was pondering his relationship with Boo.
"I take care of Reed," he said somberly.
For a moment, I wasn't entirely sure of whom he was speaking, so I asked Max how he took care of him.
"I'm nice to him, and I pet him softly. I chase him when he runs. And I share my toys with him. That's how I take care of him."
Max layed his head on my chest. "And I also love you, mommy."
"I love you, too, Max."
"You're my only mommy."
"And you're my only Max."
1 Comments:
That is so sweet!
And Reed does know his given name because he responds when we call him that.
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