I set Andrew down gently in his crib and walked back into the living room.
Logan was standing by the window, staring outside.
For a moment, neither of us spoke.
Then I walked up to him.
And pulled him into a hug.
He froze at first.
Then slowly, his arms wrapped around me.
“I’m sorry, Mom,” he whispered.
“I know,” I said softly.
I pulled back just enough to look at him.
“You scared me,” I added, my voice trembling. “But you also… you made me proud today.”
His eyes widened slightly.
“Really?” he asked.
I nodded.
“Because you didn’t run away from your mistake,” I said. “You ran toward it.”
Tears filled his eyes, but he blinked them back.
That night, after both my boys were asleep, I sat alone in the kitchen.
Thinking.
