This morning, Little E came over to my side of the bed when I was just waking up.
As I groggily opened my eyes, I joyfully exclaimed, “Oh! You here to snuggle!”
He hasn’t been snuggling with me lately because he would rather draw with Big E. He’s reaching that age where boys (maybe girls, too, I have no idea) start to pull away. Big E was the same way, but I had a baby on the way, so it was not as hard to accept.
Needless to say, I was so happy to see him there this morning. I just felt like I really could use a good snuggle. (I am not sure if that had anything to do with the fact that I started my period shortly thereafter.)
“Uuuummmm…” [pause]
I could tell by the look on his face that he was conflicted. He hadn’t come in to snuggle, but he could see that I was excited to snuggle and he didn’t want to break the news to me.
Realizing my mistake, I let him off the hook.
“You didn’t come in here to snuggle, did you?”
He shook his head.
“That’s okay,” I said quickly, before he had a chance to feel bad, “we don’t need to snuggle right now. What did you want?”
I can’t even remember what it was.
All I can remember is how broken hearted I was when I realized that my little guy is too grown up for his morning mommy snuggle time.
After he left, I remarked to my husband, Bob, that Little E once said, when he gets to be too old to snuggle, Dad can snuggle with me.
It wasn’t the same, but it was nice nonetheless.
How did you cope with your baby growing up?
Do I even have any readers who do not still have a baby?
