Little Back Kisses on Passing
Tonight is night 25 that X has been with us. He’s our 8-year old little buddy. I gotta be real with you man… he is a hoot.
Backstory for context: my husband and I have cared for 13 kiddos, including our own (we are foster parents). Out of the 13, 2 were boys though 1 identified as a female. Other than that, all of our kids have been girls. Even our animals are female- ha!
The other night, he (X) was hiding under his covers during tuck-in. He was holding reallllly still so I played along. I acted oblivious as I turned down the blinds and clicked off his light. I asked Adam & Charlie down the hall “have y’all seen X? It’s time for bed 😉 “
Well, I sillily grabbed his ankle to scare him and I’ll be damned: the little shit had his Stormtrooper mask on and when I tell you he scared the shit out of me- I mean it. I damn near shit my pants because my brain couldn’t figure out what the heck it was looking at!
We both laughed so hard and I’ll be real… core memory for the both of us. I know he is having a good time here. He feels safe. Heard. Appreciated.
He gets to be him. He isn’t afraid of getting in trouble.
Anyway, tonight as I was cleaning our kitchen… he walked by me. But as he did, he kissed my back. Just a sweet little peck right on my side where he could reach.
It stopped me dead in my tracks. Took me everything not to weep right then and there.
Instead, I turned around, made eye contact with him with a big-ass-smile on my face and excitedly said “Thanks, man! That was very sweet..”
and he skipped off to play Pocket Ants with Charlie.
I wonder what he was thinkin’ about in his sweet little brain as he was passing by. Ya know? 🥺