In the morning he snuggles in next to me in our bed. In the evening he runs wild about the house, literally bouncing off the walls and furniture.
One minute he's asking for hugs and kisses and the next he is asking for it, if you know what I mean.
He NEEDS a lot of me. Just so much.
Maybe I've made him this way... maybe he just IS this way.
I pity the person who falls for those dimples some day. I do.
I hear no complaints from school except that maybe he is too quiet, not as involved as he could be and I stand and scratch my head, with no idea what they are talking about.
At the playground he runs and wails and screams and plays so loudly the other mothers look. At me.
Maybe at school he just folds into the fold.
But here he is, the "middle child" looking for attention and time.
The other day I was so frustrated with his actions and his wise older brother told me that he probably has to "let it out" with me since he is so good in school.
I guess I would have to let it out too.
He clings to my neck when I drop him off. What will he do next year when it's every day and the long sidewalk is his landing point?
Sometimes I close my eyes and I'm still cradling him to my breast, watching his older brother play trains around us.
Other times I'm wondering what he will be like when so few of his days include me for very long...
It takes him a while to wind down at night, he needs less sleep than the rest. But when he's out, he is out.
And it's so lovely to watch him sleep.
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