At what age do little boys stop kissing their mamas? Hello, goodbye, goodnight, I love you, thanks for letting me borrow the car...what? I'm befuddled. My 2-year-old angel has stopped kissing his mommy. He'll turn his cheek for a peck from me. He'll give big hugs and wipe his snotty nose on the sleeve of my shoulder. He'll follow me into the bathroom and expect to stay there. The whole time. Always.
But what's the deal? He's two. I want to sweep up my sweetie in my arms and smooch his little mouth, his whole face, in fact. He's my baby. Cuts my heart like a Ginsu blade when he turns his mouth away. Even more so when he utters the phrases "stop bothering me Mommy" or "no, leave me alone." When I'm doing nothing other than sitting in the same room with him, watching him play with his array of medical vehicles and construction equipment.
Is it just boys? Do they inherently know how to break the female heart? Or is it just me? Am I a repulsive mommy? I don't think I am. Because he'll still crawl up into my lap and demand that books be read. How many times have we read Go Dog, Go? My head hurts just thinking about it.
I refuse to let him get away with it. I turn his little head and give him a smack, his little lips with mine. G'night, Henry Bean. Or, Have fun at school, little man. Or, How was your day, booboo? The names will only go so far. And the kisses will end somewhere around grade school when no one wants his mother smooching him all over the place. But I helped create this kid. I did 9 months, went through the pain. He owes me. At least for a while.
Then just when I'm fretting and whining over the callousness of a male toddler, I hear this:
"Luvoo, Mommy."
Ok. About that other stuff? Nevermind.
But what's the deal? He's two. I want to sweep up my sweetie in my arms and smooch his little mouth, his whole face, in fact. He's my baby. Cuts my heart like a Ginsu blade when he turns his mouth away. Even more so when he utters the phrases "stop bothering me Mommy" or "no, leave me alone." When I'm doing nothing other than sitting in the same room with him, watching him play with his array of medical vehicles and construction equipment.
Is it just boys? Do they inherently know how to break the female heart? Or is it just me? Am I a repulsive mommy? I don't think I am. Because he'll still crawl up into my lap and demand that books be read. How many times have we read Go Dog, Go? My head hurts just thinking about it.
I refuse to let him get away with it. I turn his little head and give him a smack, his little lips with mine. G'night, Henry Bean. Or, Have fun at school, little man. Or, How was your day, booboo? The names will only go so far. And the kisses will end somewhere around grade school when no one wants his mother smooching him all over the place. But I helped create this kid. I did 9 months, went through the pain. He owes me. At least for a while.
Then just when I'm fretting and whining over the callousness of a male toddler, I hear this:
"Luvoo, Mommy."
Ok. About that other stuff? Nevermind.
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