I am lucky to spend most of my evenings with a little man I lovingly refer to as mr. 4yrold. His mom teaches in the evenings so I pick him up from daycare – about to start picking him up from school – and we go home and have dinner and hang out. My main goal is to keep the little guy busy, entertained and to tucker him out so he will sleep well and long for his mom. SO, our weeknights consist of swimming, running around, and general mayhem.

His main love is to play with other kids, he LOVES to play with other kids. Being an only child and a little social butterfly makes that hard on him. Well, last night we went to the park and met up with my roommate and her nephews and another little boy she was keeping for the night. They played hard and ran all over the place and just had a great time in general.

Mr. 4yrold and I went home eventually and I got him cleaned up and thought he would be ready for bed. Oh no, I was wrong. I had a melt down on my hands. He started crying big crocodile tears and through his shakey sobs told me all he wanted was to have his friends over to play with his toys and sister (the name of his dog). He broke my heart a little bit when he said “that just makes me sad.” I dried his tears and hugged on him for a little bit and then deflected and moved on, but later that night after he finally went to sleep I thought about what he said.

Don’t we all just want someone to come over and play with our toys and sister ( the figurative dog)? At the end of the day when I turn my key in the lock and walk into my home – I wish I had someone to share my day with, someone to laugh with over the trivial stupid stuff that matters. Someone to grab that coffee with, someone to pray with.I’m happy with my life right now, I stay busy and out of trouble (that in itself is a feat for me somedays) but yea, there is going to be more than this someday. Right?