Last night, I had the opportunity to meet a few friends for supper and was out of the house for a couple of hours. My wonderful husband stayed with the girls, even reading them their nighttime books and putting them to bed. When I got home, our eight-year-old was still awake. I went into her room to give her a hug and a kiss and tell her goodnight. With an anxious expression, she said to me, “Mom, I was worried about you.”
That brought tears to my eyes for two reasons. First of all, because I know that when you worry about someone, it’s because you love them so much. Secondly, because I realized how soon the tables will be turned, how quickly the days will pass until I’ll be the one waiting for her to come in at night, be the one saying, “I was worried about you.”
For now, I’ll take being on this side of the equation.
This post is linked to Just for the Joy of It at Good, True and Beautiful.