Monday, July 5, 2010

All mixed up…

My 6-year-old son just called me; I guess he’s feeling a little upset, confused or unsure. He and his sisters are spending time with their father. When the phone rang I wasn’t able to get to it and before I could listen to the voicemail or call back I receive a text saying Andre wants to talk to me. I called posthaste and hear his sweet voice on the phone:

“Hi mommy, we went to see Grandma Steen in the hospital.”

Grandma Ernestine is his great grandmother.

“Oh, you did? Is she okay?”

“She’s going to be coming to daddy’s house.” I think that’s what he said… and he repeated it. Not too long ago Ernestine’s husband passed away.

“Trina is going to have a baby,” he says. Trina is his dad’s (my ex-husband’s) girlfriend.

“Trina is pregnant?”

“No, she’s going to have a baby.”

He was silent and I guess he was waiting for my reaction.

“Ohh… okay…” And then I changed the subject.

He says he wanted to talk to me ‘cause he missed me. Seems like there’s a lot going on over there and he needed to hear his mommy’s voice.

Me? Well, right now I’d like to hear my mommy’s voice too.