This is Dave, my six year old (and me). This little man is the sweetest little guy. Just a few minutes ago he walked up to me and hugged me. Didn't say a word, just came up, hugged me and walked off.
When he holds my hand my heart gets a little bigger.
Almost every day coming home from school he'll say, "Mommy?" and I'll say, "yes?"
"I love you."
He snuggles all the time, but he's not to clingy. OK, sometimes he's a little clingy.
He loves to ask me what my favorite is of everything, and surprisingly, it's his favorite too!
What's my favorite reptile? (komodo dragon, thank you very much)
What's my favorite animal?
My favorite color?
My favorite place to have lunch?
Next month he's turning seven and I'm wondering how much longer the love will last. I know it will last a long, long time. His ten year old brother is proof of that. But it's different at ten. It's wonderful, but different.
Maybe that's why Dave's sweetness is so precious, because I know it's slipping away. Not slipping away as much as morphing into something else. Something just as wonderful in it's own way. But as my youngest grows and changes I feel the sweetness of each stage as it slips away.
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Who's your favorite kid then?
Aww, that is making me weepy. My son is seven and I still get the sweetness but I know where it's heading.
finey tuned woman -- i don't have a favorite child. i love them both deeply and endlessly and am daily fascinated and amazed at their unique personalities and nuances. i heart them fiercely. like any mother i love them both the same and celebrate each of them in different ways but equally.
Love the picture! Very sweet.
There is nothing like the love of your child....nothing!
:)
Actually, I didn't know how many children you had. I thought maybe he was your only one, which would have made the choice easy. I know you can't choose when you have more. I had two also. Never could choose between them. It changed from day to day and from moment to moment, but in the end it never really did. Is the other one a boy or a girl?
Silly Valentines are the best kind.
Your boys are so sweet. There's nothing like being the mom to a boy. I love my girl equally, of course, but it's a different kind of sweetness. Love this post, too.
It's great that you are cherishing every moment! Happy V-Day!
Oh, lovely. Happy Valentine's Day to you all.
There is nothing like a little boy's sweetness!
this is so darling!
I had a moment like this the other day, myself, where I suddenly realized after this year, my two oldest boys won't ever be in school together again and I didn't like it. I like that they are together at school, I like when they come home and say "I saw (_____) at school today!" and I like that they're little guys.
I know, I have the baby and it's not like they won't grow up and that's not what they're supposed to do, but I wish they could be this age forever.
I like your picture!! Very cute.
that is absolutely beautiful.
He sounds like my middle one--full of sweetness.
what a lucky mom!
focus on the present.
be well,
jenji
What a sweet post. It's hard to watch kids grow and change and need us a little bit less.
So sweet. It will be better, I think, but I understand. I'm trying to hang onto every second of the sweetness of my 4-year-old (who is a beast).
sounds like my one-year-old, except that he's still extremely clingy. :) good to know i can expect this kind of love until age 10, at least. nothing like a little boy who loves you.
My four year used to be that way now he is evil. Dont know what happened but sweetness no evil yes
My boys really are mommy's boys... My girl loves me too of course - but not in the same way. I always wonder how long this will last. Always I hope - but not in a weird way of course...
So nice to see a picture of you! And your son is clearly in love...savor every single lucky, lovely moment (I know you do!) Happy Valentine's!
I know this feeling too well. My nine-year-old is entering into a different phase, but my four-year-old is still all love and snuggles. I'm so grateful that there are two more on their way up. I'm not ready to let go of these stages.
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