A few months after T turned 6, I noticed a change in how he related to me.
He looks at me with such longing sometimes.
He makes school projects for me to show me how much he loves me.
He draws pictures of us holding hands surrounded by lots of colorful hearts.
He writes me love notes and even long letters about how much he loves me and misses me when I'm not with him.
He snuggles with me whenever I'm near, or plays with my hair.
He wants to "crumble". (like hugging and wrestling mixed together)
He's genuinely upset if I'm upset--even if it's him that I'm upset with.
He told me recently that I smelled like "fresh air all mixed together with love."
Wow. That really got to me. What a poet.
There are so many little things that he does that show his love and affection. And I drink it up. I save all the pictures, notes and letters. And I will write down the clever things he says here, so I won't forget and will, one day, re-live them again.
I hope this phase lasts a long time. I imagine, from what other parents have warned me, the teenage years will be the opposite. But for now, I will live in the moment.
It's good to have a 6 year old boy. I am blessed.
3 comments:
T's "fresh air" comment--WOW! So very, very sweet. It's good to have an almost 3 year old boy and your post makes me look forward to the years to come!
Thank you Laraf! Yes, many wonderful things to look forward to for you--x 2!
Oh, so sweet! E is always telling me how much he loves me, too...So cute...I just love it!
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