I was here before, apparently. It is so very odd to consider that I was and that I have no memory of it whatsoever. It makes me wonder what I did and who I knew and a bit what memories I am missing because of the Tesseract's strange ways.
I am certain he still is glad that you are here, though. Even if he remembers you at a different age. You are still, you after all, and you are still his mother.