Kisses, Mothers, & All Things Nice
I snuck a kiss on my son's cheek this afternoon while he was engrossed in an afternoon viewing of Wow! Wow! Wubzzy! and he instantly grinned.
"I'll take those while I can," I mused more to myself than The Kiddo.
He looked puzzled.
I chuckled and pulled him onto my lap--thankful I could still do that with my 5-years-old. His lanky tall frame still let me hold my first "baby" and I'd take that chance every time I got. Time was running short.
"When you get older, you'll probably not want me to do that anymore," I shared remembering that I was about 9 when my dad planted a kiss on my cheek and I blushed. My pre-pubescent friends were over and for some reason I felt childish. Yeah. At 9. Imagine that.
"Why not? Moms are supposed to kiss their kids." His eyes were wide and doe looking. He was clearly perplexed.
"We sure are," I kissed him again, "But when you get older you might be embarrassed that I would give you kisses."
He shook his head no and I laughed. Again.
"But I'll always want your kisses Mom. They make me feel warm inside."
"Me too," was all I could muster before giving him yet another kiss on his cheek. I'd say I have another two years at tops. I figure this conversation is one to keep for prosperity. And to look back on with a glass of wine and a few tears.
"I'll take those while I can," I mused more to myself than The Kiddo.
He looked puzzled.
I chuckled and pulled him onto my lap--thankful I could still do that with my 5-years-old. His lanky tall frame still let me hold my first "baby" and I'd take that chance every time I got. Time was running short.
"When you get older, you'll probably not want me to do that anymore," I shared remembering that I was about 9 when my dad planted a kiss on my cheek and I blushed. My pre-pubescent friends were over and for some reason I felt childish. Yeah. At 9. Imagine that.
"Why not? Moms are supposed to kiss their kids." His eyes were wide and doe looking. He was clearly perplexed.
"We sure are," I kissed him again, "But when you get older you might be embarrassed that I would give you kisses."
He shook his head no and I laughed. Again.
"But I'll always want your kisses Mom. They make me feel warm inside."
"Me too," was all I could muster before giving him yet another kiss on his cheek. I'd say I have another two years at tops. I figure this conversation is one to keep for prosperity. And to look back on with a glass of wine and a few tears.
Labels: kid wittisms, The Kiddo
