It started when I said, “Dylan, the sooner you go to sleep, the sooner you’ll be seven!”
Last night was the last night he would be six. Ever.
“Shut the light off!” he said immediately, but not before telling me and Riley that he would live to be 350.
“That’s really old, ” I said.
“No,” he said, “I mean 1,000!”
“I hope I live that long, too,” I said, “but that’s really, really old.”
“Will Dylan be in people heaven when he’s 1,000?” Riley interjected. “I’ll miss him,” he said quietly.
For a split second, I wondered what to say. I quickly realized I had no idea what to say, so I said, “Yes, but we’ll all be in people heaven in 1,000 years. We’ll all be together.” Then I tried to finish the conversation, because I meant to talk about Dylan’s birthday but ended up talking about death. Of course.
“Okay, Dylan McMillan McSchmillan, go to sleep so you can turn seven. I love you. Good night.”
I turned off the light. Dylan’s head hit his pillow, and Riley walked down the hall and climbed into my bed. That’s the way bedtime rolls in our house. Riley climbs into my bed and falls instantly asleep only to be moved back to his bed either by Mike (if he’s working late) or me. The boy cannot-will-not-refuses to fall asleep in his own bed, but let’s ignore the dysfunction otherwise known as bedtime in my house, because that’s not what this post is about.
Before Riley closed his eyes, he had a few more questions about death and dying. Of course.
“Mommy, will I go to people heaven someday?”
Crap. “Yes, but it will be a long, long, long, long, long time from now.”
I saw his face turning sad. “I’ll go to people heaven someday, too, and we’ll be there together. And do you know what, we’ll get to see Harry. Because dogs in dog heaven visit people in people heaven.”
“I miss Harry,” he said.
“Me, too. I miss him every minute of the day, but do you remember where we carry people we love?” I asked.
“In our hearts,” he said.
“Right. So, even though I can’t see Harry anymore, he’s in my heart. I feel him and all of the people I love in my heart. He’s in your heart, too. Do you know what?”
“What?” he asked.
“Sometimes when you’re at school, I think about you and I miss you, and then I feel you in my heart, because I love you, and then I feel better,” I said.
“And Grandma and Grandpa? Are they in my heart?”
“Yup. Both Grandmas and both Grandpas. Even when Daddy is at the office, we feel him in our hearts. Everyone we love – whether they’re in heaven or here on Earth – is in our hearts. Your heart, my heart, Dylan’s heart, Daddy’s heart, Harry’s heart…”
I rubbed his chest where his heart is, and we named all of the people he loves. It took a while.
“Go to sleep, Monkey. It’s late.” I said.
“Are you in your heart?”
And all of a sudden, we weren’t talking about the people we love. We were talking about loving ourselves. My little boy wanted to know if I loved myself. I paused. I laughed nervously. I opened my mouth, but nothing came out. What was it about that simple question that was so hard to answer? I wasn’t sure if I believed what I was about to say anymore than I was sure about everything I said about death and dying and heaven, but I said it anyways. “Yes, I’m in my heart.”
I felt awkward. I felt afraid. I felt confused for not knowing for sure.
“Riley, are you in your heart?”
Without hesitation he said, “Yes.”
“Why are you in your heart, Riley?” Maybe his answer would help me figure out mine.
His response was, “Because I do awesome things.”
I chuckled. “You’re right, Monkey. You do awesome things all the time. Now go to sleep.”
I hope he feels that way until he’s 1,000 years old.
p.s. Happy 7th Birthday, Dylan. You do awesome things, too.
Are you in your heart?
7 responses to “Because I Do Awesome Things”
I love this post. I am not sure I am in my heart, either. I mean, I must be of course, but that’s a tricky one!
You handled that so much better than I would have, I’m sure! Oh, and bedtime is a lot like that in our house, too, with people being moved to their own beds once they are asleep. 🙂
Thanks for your kind words. And Phew!! It’s nice to know the bedtime chaos is not mine alone! We’re all in this together, right?
Wow. How many times can I hit LIKE on this post?!?!
What a nice wonderful and warm moment you’ve shared. Tell your boy Happy 7th from all of us, and we’re sure glad he (and his mom) do Awesome Things, and leave awesome blog posts for us to smile about!
Amazing – as usual….but must stop reading at work because I tear up
Aw, this post. Dylan and Riley are too cute! And so philisophical. Who knew?
You never cease to amaze me. What a tender moment with your delicious kids. My own children taught me so much about loving myself. Once again the tears are flowing. Hope you never stop writing.
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