My little boy, full of wonder, curiosity, is also the most loving and empathetic little boy that I've ever known. The last few days, I've felt so lucky to be the recipient of his love and I could help but to share it with whomever would listen.
I've got cerebral palsy that affects my left side and has resulted in, what my kids call, my "closed" hand. They fought over holding my hand. Then I told them the story of how I knew that Daddy was "the one":
No one had ever held my left hand before....until Blair. He was the first one to reach for my left hand and hold it as if it were no big deal.
After that story, Nicholas asks to hold my "closed" hand because, in his words, "that means that I am special like Daddy" and reminds me of the story almost every time he holds my hand.
The other day, I picked Nicholas up at school on Friday and while his sister played in the playground, Nicholas hugged me and said "Mommy, I'm going to marry you."
Me: "I'm already married to Daddy"
Nicholas: "Well, I'm going to live with you forever. I'm in your heart and your heart is always with you."
Nicholas, dressed up as "Geronimo Stilton" |
A few minutes later, Nicholas was running around the edge of the playground and slipped and fell, hitting his head on the cement. Other moms asked him if he was OK and he nodded until I got to him and then he started to cry and said "I was pretending I was an X-wing being chased by the Death Star and I was supposed to stay on track, but instead I wiped out."
And then there is this morning. I walked him to school, just the two of us. He held my hand and we talked all the way there. Standing outside his classroom, he hugged me and said "I love you Mommy"
My sweet, silly little boy |
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