My son was enjoying a rare pack of Starbursts before I dropped him off at his dad’s yesterday. The car ride was more on the silent side–peeling and chewing demands focus!–but he took a quick break to tell me how much he will miss me while he’s away.
He asked if he could take his Starbursts, and I nodded yes with a knowing smile. He unbuckled, gave me a hug and a kiss, and opened his door to leave. With both feet on the ground, he shouted, “Wait! I almost forgot…”
He turned his back so I couldn’t see what he was doing. When he was finished, he climbed into the front seat and put a pink Starburst into the palm of my hand.
“This is for you, mom,” he said.
This selfless gesture–a parting pink Starburst–just overwhelmed me with love. All he had to give was a Starburst, and he knows pink is my favorite. He searched through the pack to find one for me to enjoy in his absence.
My boy is sweeter than all of the pink Starbursts ever made.
I adore you, Alex James.