The Conversation

"How big is the universe?" asked the child.

"Son, that all depends on what your universe consists of," replied his mother.

"That doesn't make sense, mama."

"Sure it does. My universe is small. I don't have a job, or a car, or a life it seems most days. You, on the other hand, have a big universe. You go to school everyday, you have friends, and your imagination will take you wherever you want to go."

"Oh."

"Mama, are you happy?"

"Why do you ask that, son?"

"I don't know, you just seemed sad today."

"I'm just tired, that's all."

"Mama, why are you tired?"

"Because it has been a long day and you keep asking questions that I don't really feel like answering tonight. Would you please go take your bath now."

"OK. Mama?"

"What son?"

"Do you still love me?"

"Of course I do. You are the bright spot in my life--the one thing that makes me want to wake up tomorrow. Baby, you are the most precious gift I have ever received and I thank the Lord for giving me such a special little boy."

"OK. I'm going to take my bath now. I love you mama."

"I love you too, son. Come give me a hug."

The mother took the little boy in her arms and held him tight for only a moment. Then, the moment was over and her little man was off to take his bath. A tear escaped and rolled down one cheek as she watched him walk away.

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