“What was your favorite part?” I asked.
"My favorite part was jumping off the diving board!” He told me. Then a pause and: “And your favorite part was watching me.”
Sometimes little comments like that make me both so grateful that my kids are here, with me, safe and sound and loved; and simultaneously overwhelmingly sad for any kid who isn’t somewhere he is totally loved and wanted. It just seems like every single kid deserves to live in a world where he can go about his little life with absolute certainty that there is someone in his universe who could enjoy nothing more than simply watching him.