This boy - I love him so very much. I can't believe he's already eight, and every time he snuggles with me, I soak it up as much as possible because I worry that one day, he won't.
Having a sister (and no brothers), I never quite know what to expect from my ever-growing son. We are very close, but I try hard not to baby him or smother him. He seems to be at the age now where he's easily embarrassed. He likes to pre-approve his pictures for my social media... At the same time, I don't want the fact that he'll always be my first-born baby to slip away. I don't want our closeness to disappear over time.
The other night, he came up from watching a show to snuggle me. So as we snuggled, I asked him, "Will you still snuggle me when you're 10?"
"Yes."
"What about when you're 15?"
"No."
So there we go. I have at least two, but no more than six years left to snuggle him.
Good to know.
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