The Happiness of the Little Ones

Grayson‘s phone died last week – it could no longer be charged, so a new phone was a requirement. He doesn’t talk on it much, but uses it to text friends and primarily to keep in touch with me while I’m at work. I need to be able to contact him – some of the lovely widow-worry baggage that I carry.


Anyway, his new phone came in the mail on Tuesday, and it is WAY cooler than his previous phone – so he was psyched. He transferred all of his contacts into his new phone and got busy assigning ring tones, photos, etc. For an 11 year old, he has an amazingly large contact list – but he has a huge family, so they take up a good chunk of space. He spent quite a bit of time getting the phone set up, and then sent me a txt telling me how much he loves his new phone and thanking me for getting it for him. Cutie pie.

A little while later, he came upstairs and sat at the kitchen counter. He had a cute little smile on his face and was holding his new phone. I was busy patting myself on the back for picking such a cool phone when he said “I feel really happy Mom”. I’m not sure exactly what I said but I’m sure it was something unremarkable back – like “good, I’m glad you like your new phone”. His face lit up, and he said he really liked the phone, but that wasn’t why he was so happy. I didn’t say anything, but looked at him like “so….?” And he said – I saved Carl’s phone number into my phone. I called it “Dad”. The smile on his face was so darn cute. I was speechless for a moment and just hugged him. So happy for him, and so happy for me that he’s so happy. Happy sigh!