A conversation between a mother and a little boy.
Mother and little boy are walking in a store.
“Momma, I’m tired. Would you carry me?” – Little Boy
“Aren’t you a little too big to be carried around? You were fifty pounds the last time we weighed you.” – Mother
“Fifty pounds isn’t that heavy. You work out. You’re strong. You’re an ox, Momma.” – Little Boy
“An ox? Thanks…I think. I may be strong, but you are a big guy now. You’re seven years old.” – Mother
“Seven isn’t that old. I can’t drive a car or watch Harry Potter films.” – Little Boy
“I know you aren’t that old, but still won’t you feel strange having your mom carry you around in the store?” – Mother
“No.” – Little Boy
“No? Really?” – Mother
“No. When you carry me around I get to rest for a bit and I am closer to you. It makes me happy. What’s more important than making your son happy?” – Little Boy
Mother is silent for a moment.
“Come here.” – Mother
Mother picks up little boy in her arms.
“See. it’s not so bad, right?” – Little Boy
“My arms hurt. You’re heavy.” – Mother
“The pain won’t last forever, Momma. Someday you’ll miss being able to carry me around in your arms.” – Little Boy
The joy of a seven-year old boy.