The beautiful boy who first made me a mom is 6. It is for sure a bittersweet feeling. I can still see his baby face when I look at him and at the same time I see the boy...the 6 year old boy...
He still climbs in my lap and wants to snuggle. He still cries for me when he is hurt. He still wants his Mom to tuck him in. But, he has refused to kiss me good-bye at school because friends were around. It is happening...and each time he snuggles, cries for me, wants me to tuck him in... I wonder if it's the last time.
hope that what I hear is true and that boys always love their Moms...it is what helps me manage the undeniable truth that he is, in fact, growing up!
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we had a great time at the party! Happy b-day :)
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