I walk into the dark room and sit at the edge of the bed. The steady rhythm of his breathing, tells me, he is asleep. Leaning forward I reach out and stroke his soft cheek and place a gentle kiss on his forehead. I stare at the sleeping form and wonder – Did I remember to tell him how much I love him? Or did I spend the short time we had together today scolding him for trivial things?
Silently, I promise myself that tomorrow evening I will set aside some special time – to read to him or help him with his favorite puzzle. Tucking the blankets more tightly around him, I rise and tip toe from the room. Walking down the hall, I brush away a tear and pray. “Please God, let me have the time tomorrow.”
Dedicated to my children in 1992- I was a full time working mom during the day and attended college in the evenings .