I’ve been a little cranky with Mr. A lately. He’s having some “development” issues, ie. behavior problems. I think he’s having a growth spurt as he’s eating ALL. THE. TIME. I’m hoping that’s the cause of his blatent lack of caring when I ask him to do something.
But that’s not the point of this post.
I’ve been reminiscing about my sweet boy and special moments we’ve had over the past few years. I’ve been worried that now that he’s in elementary school, he doesn’t care as much about spending time with his mama. Silly really.
Our mornings can be chaotic. No matter what I do to try to lesson the craziness factor, I always end up feeling rushed to get out the door. Not this morning. This morning my big six year old asked if we could snuggle on the couch. We were supposed to leave in 15 minutes. I wasn’t dressed. The kids hadn’t brushed their teeth.
I didn’t care.
We sat on the couch. He laid in my lap and we talked. I played with his hair and memorized the changes in his face. I traced his jaw line with my fingers remembering when his chubby cheeks camouflaged this very area. So much has changed, but so much is the same.
After a few minutes, Miss E wanted in on the action. So I had my sweet boy in my lap and my sweet girl under my arm. They giggled and told each other jokes. They tried to tickle me. E whispered “I love you” to me and then her brother.
I get so caught up in the routine of it all sometimes. I’m so glad my children remind me of what really matters.
Yes, he’s growing up. Yes, he wants more independence and that will come with lots of defiance.
But he’s still my little boy. He’ll always be my little boy.