At what age do little boys grow up enough that they don’t want to sleep with their mothers?
I have a little boy. He is 8 years old. In fact, he has only been 8 for a matter of weeks. Tonight, he fell asleep on the couch (early – at like 7:00!). So, I peeled off his glasses, covered him up and left him there to sleep. Although my little boy is little in age, he is not little in size. For some reason, I have mammoth sized children. He is a little over a hundred pounds and while I don’t know his exact height, he comes past my shoulders. He is even taller than some of my fifth grade students. In fact, he is taller than quite a few of them. At approximately 10:30, he woke up and crawled in bed with me. Upon my suggestion that I walk him to his bed and tuck him in, he respectfully declined. While I don’t particularly like to sleep with him, I recognize that this is a treasure, a gift. How much longer do I have?
He is my soft hearted one. He doesn’t like Mom to be sad or upset. He will gently pat me, hug me or kiss – as long as there is no one around. Getting him to give me a hug in public? Not easy, but I can do it. A kiss? Yeah, right. I’d better be prepared to tackle him if I want one of those. If I am lucky, he might let me kiss him, but chances are that he won’t actually kiss me.
The irony is that I also have a 14 almost 15 year old daughter. She is my fighter. She knows what she wants in life and nothing, nothing will get in her way. While she is kind and caring, patience and affection are not really traits of hers. However, she is not embarrassed to be with Mom in public. She will laugh, tease, put her arm around me, hug me, kiss me, hold my hand, anything.
My children come to school with me in the morning. When the bells signals for my son to go to class, he tries to sneak out the door without any form of physical affection. My daughter? When it’s time for her to leave, she finds me and gives me a hug and a kiss – in front of my 33 students and student teacher and anyone else that may be around.
Oh how I cherish the love from my children. I know that I am blessed. Not to underplay the significance of my son’s love and gentleness, but I know that it is an amazing thing when your teenager is not too embarrassed to be seen with you. My day is probably coming and it will hurt severely, but in the meantime, I sure do cherish it.
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