“Mommy, I don’t like when you leave me.”
I don’t always like leaving you either. But sometimes I have to…and I always come back.
“But if you were dead you wouldn’t come back.”
True, but I’m not dying anytime soon – so just for now, know that I’m coming back.
“But you will die someday and then you won’t come back and I won’t know you aren’t coming back.”
But by then you’ll be older and maybe a mommy too, so you won’t need me as much. So it will be okay. And that’s a long time from now.
“I’ll still need you when I’m a mommy.”
Maybe for some stuff. But not everything. You’ll have your own house and kids and life and even your own cats. And I’ll be very old when I die.
“Well even if you die when I’m a mommy and you’re very very old. I will still wish you were coming back.”
“Unless you were a zombie. That would be super creepy. Don’t come back as a zombie mommy.”
I feel like I can promise you that I won’t come back as a zombie mommy and creep you out.
“Because if you did come back as a zombie mommy, I don’t think I could let you in my house.”
I understand and will respect your wishes if I did show up at your door as a zombie mommy. I wouldn’t let me in either.
“Okay, so don’t feel bad.”
I’ll be dead. I don’t think I’ll feel bad. I’m going to try not to be a zombie mommy ever.
Promise. Now I have to get going to my thing.
“Okay, I will miss you, but please come back just as a regular mommy.”
Right, I’ll come back as regular mommy. Not dead. Not a zombie. And I’ll tuck you into bed. It won’t be creepy.
“This is why I love you so much. Because you’re not a zombie mommy.”