Well, Melt My Heart

Watching my son come into the age where he doesn’t need me to do everything for him is bittersweet. I enjoy watching him grow and learn new things, but I will forever miss the days where he relied on me so heavily. For the time being, there are still things that he needs his mommy (or dad) to do for him.

Whenever he has a boo-boo … he needs immediate assistance, hugs, kisses on whatever battle wound he has gotten and then a band aid (or three).

At bed time … a story, right now we also do a quick run down of the alphabet every night, kisses, hugs, his night-lights and then an “I love you,” followed by “goodnight, I’ll see you in the morning.” And if I say them out of order, we’re saying them again. Of course at bed time he also needs our dog to come in and sleep next to his bed.

Then every day before I leave for work … it’s almost like he’s trying to stick the knife in and twist it. He begs me not to go, then when he accepts it he asks for a dozen hugs and kisses and then tells me he loves me and that he’ll see me later.

Moment like these melt me into a big pile of goo and I wouldn’t trade a single hug for anything in the whole world.

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