The other night as I lay in bed reading you a story (and I know you’ll find this a shock, but it was a book on trucks and diggers), I wondered how long I’ll have this privilege for.
At what point will it be “uncool” to cuddle, hug, kiss or be fetched from right outside school? When will you lose your vulnerability, your ability to cry so easily, your love for your comfort blanket?
As moms we love our kids growing up, interacting more and making their way through the world, and we know we need to cut the proverbial umbilical chord, but we also fear innocence lost. And we fear our kids will slam doors in our faces, shut us out, and think ill of us.
I hope that as you grow, you’ll do it alongside me, and not shut up in your room, refusing to speak to me. I get the angst of teenagers and complex parent-child relationships, but I’m going to fight hard to work on ours. And I know that the public displays of mother-son affection have a limited time span, but I hope you’ll still let me hug you and high-five you – when no one’s looking, obvs. And for now, I’m going to relish the hugs, your honesty, and your “need” for your mom.
May you grow. May you always retain your inner child. May you realise that feelings and crying are a strength.
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