While I’ve been away with my daughter, Thing I, my ten year old son, Thing II, has been looking after Wifey at LAMB. My wife and son have an especially close relationship and so it is no surprise that they particularly clung to each other over the last few days while they missed us.
One night, as Wifey put my lad to bed they snuggled together.
“Mummy,” Thing II said, nose to nose with her.
“Yes,” she whispered.
“If I had a million pounds…”
“Yes?” she gave him a tighter squeeze.
“…and all your hugs and kisses costed…”
Wifey smiled and stroked his hair.
“…I would spend all my money…” he said looking deeply into her eyes which were starting to fill as she looked into his.
“…on electric guitars,” he finished.
To be fair to him, he followed that immediately by a giggle, a hug and the words “only joking!”
My son does thing like that, often thinking very differently.
The first morning after Thing II had joined me down in Dhaka the two of them had breakfast together alone in a house.
Wifey said, sadly, “it’s very quiet without Daddy and Amory” *
Thing II played with his food for a minute then said,
“I can make some noise if you want!”
He’s got the ability to say something quirky but very definitely just what’s needed at the right time.
Can you tell I’m missing him?
*Amory is not my daughter’s real name (nor, surprisingly, is thing I her real name either) but it is the name under which she writes. You can read her blog on: justathirdculturekid
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