Yesterday was my little guy's 7th birthday. Wow. It seems like just yesterday I was taking him home from the hospital, exhausted from no sleep, scared that I'd make a mistake. And here we are, seven years later. Last night I was tucking him in bed and we were having our cuddle time and just talking some. I asked him how it feels to be seven years old now. He said, "well, mom, I'm not a mamma's boy anymore." I said but you're still mommy's boy, aren't you? He told me that I had to call him by his name, not baby or honey or little man. Then he told me that I can only tell him that I love him at bedtime and when he's getting out of the car to go to his dad's. I can only give him hugs and kisses at those times, too. He said "I love you mom, but I'm 7 now and this is how it has to be."
Being a parent is one of the most difficult and rewarding things that I'm doing with my life. To watch them grow, to try and guide them without crushing their spirit. To want to take all of their hurts away like I did when they were little and fell off their bike. To teach them by example, not just with words.
It's not usually easy, but I hope and pray that they learn all they need to know from me, and see that I love them. I hope when they grow up they can look back and say "mom wasn't perfect, but she loved us and taught us well."
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