the man in the hat

Posted by in letters to the boys

Shiya and i took a nap this afternoon and he said, “Look mom, the man was with us while we slept.”

“What man?”  I asked.

“Don’t you see him?” asked Shiya, pointing up towards the ceiling.  “The man with the hat on?”

“No, I don’t.  Why is he here?  Does he want to tell us something?”

“No,” said Shiya.  “He just wanted to be with us.  He has to go home now.”

Shiya was asking me why I couldn’t see him so I explained that there are some things that grown ups forget how to do and we need kids to teach us.  I gave him a hug and told him how special he is.