The Silver Lining

My boy will be 10 in just three short weeks.  And there is no hesitation to climb up into my lap and twirl my hair.  No hesitation to run up and give me a big kiss no matter where we are.  No hesitation to climb on top of me when he’s feeling tired, not well, or just needing a cuddle.  It’s the silver lining.

We’re big on expressing our love in this house.  My 11-year-old son still loves to cuddle as well and insists on me tucking him in every night.  But it’s been years and years since the last time he climbed on to me when feeling tired, twirled my hair, and promptly fell asleep within minutes.  I wish I had known when it was the last time, so I could have savored it.

sleepingonmamaBrian, on the other hand, did it last night.  And I have a feeling he’ll continue to do it for years.  And I don’t mind.  He’s my baby.  When I feel his breathing turn very regular and deep, I just can’t help but snuggle in closer.  I can just stare at the beauty of his face and the innocence that radiates from it when he sleeps.  I try not to move and see how long I can lie with him there sleeping and take it all in.

I’m in no hurry for those cuddles to disappear.

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Heather Nelson

About Heather Nelson

Heather resides in Rockland where she is busy juggling life as a newlywed, a mom to two boys (one of which who has autism), a part time job in direct sales, and a full-time job as a pediatric occupational therapy assistant. She has a love for live music, karaoke, and cheering on the underdogs.