Monday, November 7, 2011

one for the memory box

I walk him to his room, where he will nap, but more like play almost not so quietly in his room for a while during the middle of the day.  He won’t sleep, but still says, “Good night, love you,” which sounds like “gah nite lav you.” and blows me a kiss. I could breath off those sweet puckers. And he’ll greet me when I turn the door knob with a “Good Morning,” at 3pm. I love every silly thing about him.

I respond the same way. He turns around to face me and says, “oh no, wait, hug?” He collides into my legs with his arms held high. I pick him up and he wraps his long, thin arms around me and pats my back, he’s done that since he was a tiny little babe. When he grows out of it, I’ll wither away, I suppose.  He plants a kiss on my cheek and climbs down to play with his train track, but first he closes the door as I walk out.

I stand on the other side of the door, melting.

Little boys are mama’s heart melting machines.

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8 comments:

  1. Oh absolutely, so perfectly said.

    (and I have some boys that have grown and they don't stop with the melting.)

    Steph

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  2. This was so sweet and heartfelt. I adore the feeling of my Little's arms wrapped around me and have thought about how I might feel should she ever stop. I hope the hugs keep coming because they make this mama's heart happy. So happy.

    Beautifully written.

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  3. Oh goodness, yes. They are.

    My kids lie when they say goodnight, too.

    And I could breathe off of their puckers, too- goodness, I love that line.

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  4. Yes boys most certainly are mama's heart melting machines. I have a blue-eyed one and he does it on the daily:)) beautiful post.

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  5. I wish that sweetness could last forever. The scent of baby breath, the complete love and trust in a little one's hug... melt away Mama.

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  6. My son cut out naps VERY early, but I would have him have quiet time in his room. Sometimes I would just sit outside his door and listen to the conversations he carried on with his cars and toys. Precious. He's now fifteen.

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  7. "I stand on the other side of the door, melting." I have been there many times, well written ;)

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  8. Beautiful. As a mom of all girls, I have to say I that Mama/son relationships pull at my heart strings. I love my girls, but even I can't deny the special love between a mom and her boy. I can only imagine how your heart melts. And I LOVE the pat-on-the-back hugs...I just started getting those from my youngest. Too sweet!

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