Randy stood in the doorway to my room holding his checkerboard. "Wanna play?" he asked so nicely that I disconnected my Internet music station and gave him some attention. As he sat on the floor setting up the checkerboard, I realized I'd hardly acknowledged the poor little guy's existence in months.
We played a couple games in silence until he asked what was on his mind. "Zach, is Mommy mad at you?" His little face was so innocent. I wished there was a way to protect him from all the heartache that life throws at us.
"Why?" I asked cautiously.
"She never talks to you anymore."
Trying to guess how a little kid's mind works, I said, "Don't worry, Randy. Mommy isn't going to stop talking to you. She loves you very much." That seemed to calm him down through another round of check
