This is Cub’s favorite thing to tell me when he’s busy doing something — playing with the sand in the backyard, building with blocks, rolling cars along the sidewalk. Not umma, play? or umma, help? (though he says those a lot, too) but umma, sit?
He just wants me nearby.
So I try to do that for him more often. Not busy doing anything in particular except keeping him company.
Whenever he says that to me, it reminds me of one of my favorite attributes of God (are we allowed to have favorites?) — His omnipresence.