OK, tell me this.. Is it lame that I consider my son one of my best friends? It may be a bit odd, I admit it however, when you can chit chat with your child and bop along to the radio, what more do you need.
This weekend I was driving home with him and we were listening to our favorite song "Who Let the Dogs out" and he was just jamming in the backseat, I was singing horribly and we were just enjoying the moment. Then we got home, he "helped" me make dinner by banging his pots and pans and then we had dinner together and that was that. Despite having a RAGING headache, he was able to show love and compassion that sometimes I feel my husband lacks. When Nick would say "Mommy does not feel well show her nice nice." He would come over, hug me and give me kisses. It melted my heart that my man at such a young age could see that his mama was not feeling well and he needed to show her baby love. It was just, amazing.
After a weekend like that, dropping him at off at daycare is like cutting off my arm. He is always around me, and if he is not around me I can hear him calling "Mama, MOMMMMM" so I know he is not far from my side. But when I drop him off I feel like I am missing something big. I go through my day, but there is just something nagging at me from all sides of me. Its hard to explain unless you are a parent, but it is something that never really goes away. I think of those mothers that have lost their children, when does that loss arm feeling come back, does it ever? Thankfully at the end of the day my arm is reattached and I feel whole again, until the next day that is. I like my arm, it is there for a reason, and I hope it stays there for a VERY long time.
But in the meantime I will make do with my lost arm, and will reattach it at excatly 5pm!
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