Wednesday, May 4, 2016
Andersen Swallowed A Magnet
I love you.
I really, truly do.
Even on the days when I want to hide in a corner because you're not listening to me.
And because I love you, I'd do anything for you.
Even if that means spending my morning off of work getting abdominal x-rays with you because you swallowed a magnet.
A magnet, dude? I'm trying to picture a scenario where you would've thought to put a magnet in your mouth. And even though I can't, you did indeed swallow a magnet.
And your first thought wasn't to tell mom. Nope, your first thought was whether I'd be upset so you kept it a secret.
Weeks went by and you didn't tell me there could be a magnet inside of your little tummy.
Until last night.
Last night, you came over to me with those huge puppy dog eyes and said, "Mom. I have to tell you something..." and then you told me how you had swallowed a magnet a few weeks ago and now you were scared because your stomach was hurting really bad and you thought it was the magnet.
Little dude, I just love you. I love how worried you get and how compassionate you are. I love how you make me laugh and comfort me when I cry.
So because I love you and would do anything for you, I don't mind spending the morning getting x-rays with you. In fact, I loved our morning together while sister was at school. I loved listening to you tell me story after story after story with some of the greatest details.
I love you a billion trillion infinity and I'll always be here for you. On your good days and your bad days, I'll always be near.
I love you, Andersen. So very, very much, I do.