260. Forgotten Toy:
He was afraid, genuinely afraid. He didn’t want to become like a forgotten toy. He didn’t want to be played with for a little while because he was bright, shiny and new and then be discarded when she got bored with him.
How did he know she wasn’t going to do that?
He’d asked his mother the same question.
“Sweetie, I love you to death, but sometimes I’d like to give you a good shake. Nobody knows what is going to happen in the future and sometimes you just need to have a bit of faith. I know just from what you’re saying that you’re in love with her. And she knows that too even though you haven’t said it in those words. Men are quite easy to figure out that way. And let me just say, not all women expect you to say those words. If she’s still with you now after all this shit that you’ve put her through in the past few months, you’re not going to be a forgotten toy… ever. Do not make the same mistake as I did and walk away from something that is clearly special and if you can’t see it, very rare. That’s my motherly advice.”
Why did he feel as though he were still a child when he spoke to his mother on the phone?
He guessed a mother’s love for her children never died and once a child, always a child.
Well, he had his answer and it felt good. Sometimes he just needed a bit of confirmation that what he was feeling and what he believed was in fact true.
Yep, still a child.