Last night, as I was working on some pictures, Jack came to me, and asked to sit in my lap. Thrown off by the question, a question I hadn’t heard in AGES from one of my children, I obliged.
He hopped in my lap, nuzzled his nose into my neck, and wrapped his arms around me tightly.
I was instantly taken back to his younger days. Days when that curly headed toddler would wobble up to me, sippy cup in one hand, blankie in the other, climb in my lap, and just settle into me. Those are the moments from their childhoods, that I’ll never forget.
It was such a welcomed bit of nostalgia.
For, lately, there are too many creeks to explore, trees to climb, things with wheels to ride, friends to play with, video games to beat, and movies to watch, for him to have time to sit with his mom like this.
The best part…well, the second best part…he had just gotten out of the shower! So, he was clean…another rarity these days!!
There we sat.
I slowly began to rock, and soaked up as much of my baby boy as I could, for as long as he’d sit with me.
After a little while, (could’ve been minutes, or hours, for all I know, I was lost in it!), he lifted his head, looked me in the eyes, and said, “Mom?“
“Yeah, buddy,” I replied, readying myself for something insightful and sweet from my youngest boy.
“You smell old!”
Thanks, son…you smell like feet, if I’m being honest!!