I entered the lounge room and lay on the couch. I thought baby girl wouldn’t realise – it was only moments earlier that I saw the mini chocolate bar she had been holding for at least 5 minutes was still only half-eaten. That episode of Paw Patrol must have been particularly enthralling.
But she heard the giving of the couch cushions as I settled into them. Witnessing this uncommon act as I closed my eyes, she crept quietly to me. I peered out one eye cautiously.
“Mama,” she whispered. “I’m just going to put this down a little bit for you.” She reached for the remote.
The volume went down and then I felt her crouch down near me. I opened my eyes again.
She was peering at me attentively, curiously, her brown eyes wide. I thought how if the song we’d heard at the cafe after dropping her off at her first day of primary school, hadn’t been Elvis’ I Can’t Help Falling In Love With You, instead Brown Eyed Girl, how I would have bawled.
She was smiling. “Mama,” she continued in her low tone. “Know I am always here for you, whenever you need me.”
“Thank you princess.”
And then she sat on the couch arm beside my head, stroking my head and whispering I love you’s every few minutes.