One of my secret joys as a mother is to watch my son playing when he doesn't realize I'm watching. I like seeing him interact with other kids and things around him. His zest for life sustains me when I feel the lowest. I make sure I hug and kiss him throughout the day. He's young enough he still likes to hug and kiss back :)
When he's sad or scared, I rock him in the chair we used when he was an infant. He still likes this, although he's much taller now and barely fits on my lap. We make it work, anyway.
How did get to have him for a son? Why am I so lucky? I'm certain I don't deserve such a special child.
My immense gratitude to the Universe/God/Nature/Infinite Being - for him never ends.
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