I Love You, Mommy.
When Corey was just a baby, I was still in college. I remember that in one of my classes (I couldn’t say which at this point) they said that for every negative thing that happens, you need to have 10 positive things to counteract it.
I decided then that every time my children and I parted, I would tell them I love them. And I have shared this theory with all three of my boys over the years. As part of this, each has developed their own style. I get ‘air hearts’, sign language “I love yous”, and “Love you, byes!”.
Additionally, my boys have texted me the same sentiments. Or I will get random hugs, and sometimes they have resorted to guerilla tactics (surprise hugs from behind).
Corey was no different. My last text from him said, “I love you Mommy”.
For the last week, I have been surrounded by love. My family, friends, and even strangers have reached out to comfort, hold, and console me.
Wave after wave of compassion washes over me. At first they knocked me off my feet. But as I am getting used to them, I am finding my strength and I’m learning to move with the waves.
I know Corey is with me. With every hug, I hear him whisper, “I love you, Mommy.”