What if I need you?

I was already in the car, running late to get to my Reintroduction to Judaism class this evening, when I heard the screen door slam, and saw N come running toward me. I noticed that he was crying...sobbing, actually.

I rolled down the window.

"What's the matter, sweetie?"

"Open the door, please," he sobbed.

I did, and he rushed over, and put his head in my lap.

"What's the matter?" I asked again.

"I don't want you to leave, Mommy. What if I need you and you aren't here?"

That child absolutely destroys me. Not to mention that he has clearly inherited the Jewish Guilt gene. I still went to class, though. My heart was in a million pieces, but I still went to class.