I’m never going to quit kissing your boo-boos. I’ll never cease wiping away your tears. I’ll never urge you to “man up” and stop sobbing. I’ll never refuse to cuddle with you. I will never stop admiring and looking at you when you sleep. I will never abandon you or make you feel unloved or unappreciated. You are my little boy.
The attachment between a mother and her son is unique.
You will always be my little boy in my eyes.
Even after you’ve stopped requesting kisses and cuddling.
Even if you no longer want to hold my hand.
Even if you no longer want me to sing you to sleep.
My darling boy, you’ll always be mine.
As a result, I’m going to savor these times. The times when I am your entire universe. Those times when I’m the only one on the playground you’re looking for. The times when you just can’t quit yelling “mother, look at me!” I’m going to take advantage of these days.
Because, even at a young age, those moments are becoming increasingly rare. Currently, I am your world, but that may change in the future. As a result, I’ll kiss your boo-boos. I’m going to sing you to sleep.
I’ll wake up one day and realize I’m no longer your entire world.
So sure, I’m going to savor these moments. These cuddles. These kisses. Because one day, I won’t remember the last time you cuddled me.