Those were the words I have hung on to since E uttered them one night while we were lying down on the bed and whispering sweet nothings into each other’s ear. It’s our nightly routine of my professing love for him – something I have done even more often with the discovery of this pregnancy.
I would usually say: “Mommy loves Ewan a lot. Do you know that? A lot, BIG BIG lot” followed by a gesture of hands. Sometimes I would dramatise it by saying “Mommy love Ewan so very much…like as high as the mountain, as deep as the sea”
He would usually keep quiet and listen as I express this but that night, he reciprocated. Right before he fell asleep, he said “Ewan love Mommy”, gave me a peck on the lips and a big warm hug. Life changing. Tear jerking.
“Do you love …?”
Last night, I was craving to hear those words from him again. In my attempt, I asked:
Me: Do you love Mommy?
Me: Do you love Daddy?
Me: How about Odee?
Me: Do you love Ah Mah? (maternal grandma)
Me: How about Ah Kong? (maternal grandpa)
Me: Do you love Kong Kong? (paternal grandpa)
Then just as I skipped straight to Mak Cho (paternal great grandma), E interrupted and said “Grandma?” By “Grandma”, he meant my late mother-in-law whom he has never met before.
Choked with emotions, I said, “Yes yes, of course there’s Grandma too. Do you love Grandma?”
E exclaimed a firm “Yes!”
Grandma must be beaming with pride and happiness from up above last night.