Thank you for Walking me home, Dear Son !!

A pretty long tough day today, as every other day.

The kind of day you wished you never woke up to.

But before I call it a day and prepare for crash landing, I know for sure, you are at the other end of the door throwing your arms in the air and waiting for me.

Oh you Working Mother, How Blessed are you, when the little baby boy chokes you to death with those gentle hugs, when you return home after a tough day.

Been yearning for your adorable smile, Son.

I really missed those Eyes, that worked magic on every fear of mine.

Thank you for walking me home.

Thank you for walking me home, and leading me to a place of never ending screams and boyish mischief.

Thank you for letting me know, no matter of how ugly the afternoon was, you will always make the nights beautiful with those tight cuddles.

Thank you for assuring me, that you are proud of your working mother, with every passing dimpled grin.

Thank you for walking me home.

Thank you for walking me home with 2 tiny bright eyes and 2 little happy feet and a Chatter mouth and a ‘very’ large heart with space only for me.

Thank you for those frightening toddler tantrums, I missed them much throughout the day. I know, I never thought, I’d actually say this.

Thank you for walking me home, while I still struggled with the unfinished tasks for today.

Thank you for walking me home, while I still pained with baggage of yesterday and the anxiety of tomorrow.

Thank you for walking me home, and shining so gloriously at the end of the tunnel.

Nothing of what I did not achieve mattered to you. All you wanted was, me to be back home and lie on my lap.

How easy and happening is your toddler world. Thank you for walking me home and letting me stay in your little heart of wonder and charm.

Thank you for walking me home, and promising me, that, no matter what I did or how bad I was, I always have a Son to love and kiss.

Thank you for walking me home and being by ‘Sonshine’ on my darkest days.

Thank you for those Candle lit eyes, and funny nose and silly bum, all of these made me walk back home a little faster after a hard day.

Through the clouds, and storms and rainy evenings, thank you for walking me home, every single day.

You probably never understand what I mean and how much you mean to me; Or wait you probably understand it all and that’s why you decided to pop up in my life and turn it around.

My little Angel, Dressed in Blue, you will always be my Unsung hero, who walked me home everyday of my life to happiness and joy that I could never contain.

Pris,

A little boy’s Amma.