Love in a small package

Last night, I arrived from work as usual, but when I looked up to our living room window from the street level, I saw my little boy standing by the window and looking down on me. I waved bye-bye, but as soon as he saw me his face turned from a smile to a frown. I raced upstairs, but according to Zak my baby had time to break up in tears and despair. I guess he couldn’t understand that seeing me there meant I was arriving, all he knew was that he hadn’t seen his mummy for several hours and he just remembered my existence and absence.

I received, however, the warmest welcome one can imagine. He came to me shouting “Maman!”, climbed into my arms and hugged me so, so tight! Then he started kissing me all over the face (wet, mouth-open kisses, of course), then hugging me some more. I have to say, this was definitely the highlight of my day! We had a good laugh together, then he had some mummy milk, and then the crisis was averted. But if I ever had a doubt about whether or not I remain important into my baby’s life even though I’m back at work, here was my answer!

One Response to “Love in a small package”

  1. Danielle Says:

    Après un si long silence, c’est bien de voir que tout va bien!!! Ton petit homme grandit! Je t’embrasse!