I'm slowly becoming aware of the fact that some day you boys won't want to call me Mommy, you won't want to give me goodbye kisses and you won't want to cuddle in my lap. I know it'll be because you're doing other awesome, big-guy things and I know it won't mean that you'll need me any less. But, nevertheless, I have to admit it brings a hard, hot lump to the back of my throat that's hard to swallow.
That's why I find myself holding out my hand as often as I can. Sometimes you take it, sometimes you're too busy running and being free. But, I figure I've got to take the chance. And, oh, those glorious times when I'm rewarded with a warm, pudgy, sometimes-sticky hand in mine...I wish I'd never have to let go.
Thursday, January 28, 2010
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