My mum has come over to whisk The Boy over th France for half-term early in the morning so the going to bed routine was slightly over extended. I could not avoid the carrying up the stairs tonight. I keep meaning to try harder to persuade him he is getting to heavy for that (he weighed 28kg the last time he stepped on the scales so you can see why I am less and less keen to do it). The last attempts at persuading him to give up the mummy transport have been so unsuccessful I have given up for now. There is only so much rejection a girl can handle in one month. Anyway, tonigh he asked "why do you always give me loads of kisses?". It was a bit of a departure from his usual "how do you build a nuclear power station with a match box, a rubber band and a couple of paper clips?" type questions. I couldn't use the usual standard "I think you do it that way, but let me look it up and I'll come back to you" type answer. Remembering a book I used to read to him when he was little I answered "because you are the most kissable cub in the world". He looked puzzled for a bit, then in a moment of recollection stood on the bed and started to rummage in his bookshelves for his copy of "A Kiss Like This". He then offered to read it to me. He did all the actions. The story involves a load of kissing the cub behind his prickly ears, on his small pink nose and in the middle of his big fat tummy. So I got kissed and tickled and raspberried a lot. Not sure it helped winding him down before sleep time but we both had a great time. Now I feel a bit blue because somebody else will be kissing him good night all week.
Half-term and the living is easy
11.2.05 23:27
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(12.2.05 00:47) don't feel blue. you clearly have a little boy who loves you dearly, and whom it sounds you have brought up to feel very relaxed about showing afection to his mother. I know he's only wee, but some kids are amazingly uptight about giving parents kisses even at such an stage. You know this way that even when he turns 14 and starts locking himself in the bathroom, and then spends four years not really talking to you....that if he needs it he will still come to you for a hug. Or cuddle up to you on the sofa whilst watching a film, as my great lump of an 18 year old brother did this evening, much to my mother's delight. Be happy that you are able to bring him up in an environment in which there are many people able to offer him shelter and love. |
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Daisy / Website (12.2.05 02:51) What a lovely post! And wise words from laputain. Hope the week whizzes by :-) |
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(12.2.05 23:12) Thanks for the sweetie Daisy, I have crammed a lot in so it should whizz |
