I walked in the door after an entire day away touring preschools. Josie turned and waved at me from the pottery barn chair she placed strategically in front of the tv She held up her bowl of colored goldfish in the other hand, toasting me for the great day she had without me. Maybe I would get a more emotional greeting from my son who was no where in sight.
I walked around the corner and saw Suzanne holding Owen at the kitchen counter drying off his hands. As soon as our eyes met, I expected an enthusiastic, "Mama! I play with Suanne!" like I usually got when Josie and I came home from our day together at her school.
I watched as his face leaned into Suzanne and his whole body crumbled. She put him down and he ran towards me and banged his head in my leg and started to sob. I picked him up and he just looked at me with tears rolling down his face.
Even though he didn't ask for me all day or didn't show a single sign of missing me, clearly I had been on his mind. He probably thought I had disappeared for good and he was crying tears of joy. Angry joy. Or maybe he just knew something was missing and didn't realize what it was until I walked into the door. Maybe they were tears of relief. Baby boy relief.
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