I always love every other Sunday afternoon. That is the day
of I get my son back from visiting his father. When I open that car door, I get
the biggest eyes and smile. My son screams his excitement to see me again after
a couple of days.
I hate the days when he is away, but the look when he sees
me again is worth the wait. I love those days because that is when I get the
biggest hugs and kisses. He also gets so excited when he tries to cram 3 days’
worth of stories in about 10 minutes. He literally does not breathe when he is
talking.
I know I will miss the days when my son gets that excited. I
have heard of the dreaded teenage years. I am not looking forward to that. A long
period where the parents are always wrong and not cool anymore. I like it now
when my son holds my hand when we walk through a parking lot. When he kisses me
on the cheek at night and tells me that he loves me. I will definitely miss
these days.
My boyfriend says I need to let him go so he can go into a
young man. I am not too convinced that this is a great idea. A mother never
wants to be told that it is time to let her baby grow up. I will let him
gradually gain his freedom from me but he can’t do it too fast. He can slowly wean
me off from being his overprotective mother.
Every day I love him more and more. I see myself in him more
every day. He makes me so proud to be his mom. I wouldn't change this for
anything. Even on those days I might pull my hair out.
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