A Mothers Love

You are home to him. When he learns to walk, he will wobble a few feet away from you and then come back, then wobble away a little farther and then come back. When he tries something new, he will look for your proud smile. When he learns to read, he will repeat the same book to you twenty times in a row, because you're the only one who will listen that many times. When he plays his sport, he will search for your face in the stands. When he is sick, he will call you. When he really messes up, he will call you. When he is grown and strong and tough and big and he feels like crying, he will come to you; because a man can cry in front of his mother without feeling self-conscious. Even when he grows up and has a new woman in his life and gets a new home, you are still his mother; home base, the ever constant, like the sun. Know that in your heart and everything else will fall into place.

Weight on my Chest

Usually you wish for the weight on your chest to go away but I wish mine would return. Cash use to sleep on my chest. I loved it. He was so sweet. I felt so close to him. He now is as long as my torso so laying on my chest is not possible. I miss that. He will be 4 months tomorrow. I miss him. I love the boy he is becoming but I want my little lima bean back. He was so cute and cuddly. He would sleep in my arms all day. 

He is becoming more and more a little human. I love it. He changed so much from day one. I hope that he continues to grow and be healthy and smart. I love how wonderful he is I just wish he still fit on my chest at nap time.