Because after Friday, that’s really all I could think of. Hugging and spoiling my little guy. And trying not to show just how rotten and lost the news had left me feeling.
Friday after school was much too soon to talk to Parker about it. So instead I was at his school the instant he was let out. And I had a pumpkin pie soda and a creme brulee waiting for him.
Because sometimes food has to speak for us.
This weekend was more of the same. Lots of indulgences. Lots of snuggling. Lots of extra hugs. It probably wasn’t a good time to do holiday shopping. Damn you Amazon Prime for making it so easy to spoil.
Like so many families, we did talk yesterday. It was brief and reassuring and kind of vague. Enough for him to process, but hopefully not enough for him to be scared.
And this morning, more indulgences. Another creme brulee. His favorite sandwich of creme cheese and ham. Some token raspberries. And some banana slices sprinkled with sugar and toasted with a blow torch. Just for fun.
And a monster hug as he walked out the door.