Communion

I lift the corner of the sheet I have thrown over the dining room table, a wall for a fort, for a private tent, a secret hideaway. I pass him a small bowl holding two graham crackers and a cup filled with juice. He very carefully takes both from me and smiles.

I lower the wall again, turning to get back to my chores, my thousand obligations.

Until....

His head pops around the corner, he is walking towards me, carefully balancing his bowl of graham crackers in both hands.

"Mama."

"What honey?"

"Mama", he holds the bowl out to me.

"No, honey, those are for you. Those are Zane's."

"Mama!"

"Here, let me carry them so they don't spill"

"Mama."

He grabs my fingers and leads me back to his tent. We take our seats inside.

He picks up a single cracker and places it in my hand. He looks right in my eyes.

I am undone.

I break the cracker in two, handing him the other half and we silently take turns feeding each other bites.

He then picks up his juice and offers it to me.

"Mama!"

I take my sip and offer it back to him.

"Thank you, Zane. Thank you."