“I can call you when I’m twenty and in college, can’t I?” he asks. “You’ll still be around to teach me how to fold?” Tears brim, and I nearly shed an actual tear. I skim my finger beneath my eye, avoiding smudged mascara. Having children has been like viewing Titanic a million times in succession. I could cry at the stupidest, silliest, most inane and nauseatingly adorable moments. I could cry at the sight of any of them, for any reason, for anything. I take a deep, vital breath that grips my heart. “Whenever you need me, I’ll always be here.”
