All He Needs
"Mommy!" I hear my seven year old son run inside from school.
"Hi sweetie! How was school?"
"It was fine." He says.
I kneel in front of him.
"What's wrong baby?" I ask because something seems off.
"Today all of the kids were making things for Father's Day." He says.
"Did you feel sad sweetie?" I ask and push hair from his eyes he really needs a hair cut.
He shakes his head.
"No Mommy. Teacher said I could do whatever I wanted during this time."
"What did you do Finnick?" I ask with a smile.
"I made you something." He says and rummages through his backpack. He pulls something out.
"I know you're not my Daddy but you're my Mommy and the best one ever." He smiles. "You're better than any of those Daddies."
I smile and hug him.
"I'm glad you think so sweetie." I say and kiss him.
"Here." He says and gives me some homemade type thing that I'm not sure what it is but don't care either.
"I love it." I say and hug him.
He smiles.
"I was thinking I could make you something every year Mommy." He smiles.
"Why would that be?" I ask.
"Because you're important and all those Daddies get something special. You should get something too."
I hug him.
"I would like that very much sweetie." I say and kiss the top of his head.
"I thought so… this is better anyways Mommy." He smiles.
"Why is that baby?" I ask.
"Because you get two special days! Isn't that grrrreat!" He smiles.
"It really is sweetie." I kiss the top of his head. "It really is."
It really is, I'm glad he doesn't feel sad about this. I'm glad he's okay with just me because I'm all he needs.