Have you seen that new Old Spice commercial? The one with the moms singing about how Old Spice has made their sons into men? They’re lamenting the loss of their little boys. I get it. Although my son is only 7, I am starting to feel weepy about him growing up. The little guy who once called his mommy his best friend, and who always wanted cuddles from me, is now not feeling it. Sure, I know he loves me. He still wants cuddles at nighttime…usually…but things are changing. Earlier this evening I had to ask him – no BEG him – to come sit beside me on the couch. His response: “Why do I HAVE to come and sit with you? Arg.” I would expect that from a teenager, and so I thought I had many more years until that would happen. Heartbreaking.
Then I came across this on Facebook:
Perfect timing. The weeping commences. I’m even sadder now about my boy.
In one of my other blogs (3 Words for 2014) I mentioned that a word for a goal in 2014 was “stop”, and I see it really is necessary, now that I am already starting to lose those special moments. I need to stop wishing my kids would grow up (a wish my hubby and I have had because the sleep deprivation is so much more difficult than we thought). I need to just be in the moment. I need to appreciate being needed so much…even at 3am. I need to know that they won’t be young forever, and, with that, they won’t need me like they do now, in the all-too-near-future. And though my son is already not needing me to cuddle with him anymore, I am still going to watch for and take advantage of every opportunity there is to show him I love that he needs me, and I need him. He and his sister are my everything.