Epiphany

I had an epiphany today: I love my son.

You're probably wondering why that seems like such an epiphany to me, huh?

Well, what with all the pooping and unresponsiveness over the past 4 months (yes, he's still pooping in his pants), I've almost begun to wonder if I do love him. There seem to be more times than not that I would rather not be around him.

So, it did my heart a world of good to go pick him up at preschool this morning and find myself involuntarily smiling and laughing at him as he intently worked on getting his tricycle out of the big rocks they've placed in one corner of the playground to use as a seating area.

And then he saw me and squealed in delight and ran into my outstretched arms. We hugged and kissed and looked into each others eyes and reconnected like long-lost lovers who didn't want to let go of each other.

Yep, I really do love my son.