It should be obvious by now that I’m pretty smitten with the younger man in my life. We have what I would call a normal mother/son relationship–whatever that means.
He adores me like no other person on the planet. And I’m totally OK with that. He will, at any given moment in the day, come up to me and look me in the face and say, “Mommy, you’re very pretty.”
I smile at him, pat his head and say, “I like you. YOU can stay.”
He wraps his arms around my legs and squeezes me as tight as he can and says, “Thanks. You’re the best.”
God, I could go on like this forever.
Anyway, our relationship has Tommy worried at times. He feels like maybe I could be a little less doting and a lot more drill sergeant-y. I think he’s just jealous. I mean, have you *seen* how much Ethan loves me?
The other day the three of us were sitting at the kitchen table. Tommy watched as I lovingly smooched Ethan’s cheeks while he said to me over and over again, “I love you Mommy, I love you so much.” I think I actually cooed.
Side note: It might be getting a little out of hand. If he wasn’t 4 AND my son I would think we were dating. Which is weird because I’m not even attracted to short men.
So, as Tommy sits there and watches this very public display of affection, he chooses this time to once again bring up the fact that I am shaping this little boy’s life and how I interact with him will have the most impact on his entire adulthood. (No pressure or anything)
I looked at Tommy and said, “So you’re saying I *shouldn’t* be spoon feeding him Cheerios right now?”
He sighed. “Yes. That’s exactly what I’m saying.”
Just then Ethan looked over at him and said, “Daddy, I *got* this.”
Turns out I’m being played by a four year old.
Yep, I think he’s going to be just fine. Don’t you?
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