Snuggling

My son, Ted and I don't snuggle . He is getting older now and it just isn't something we do anymore.


The other day, when he came home from school, I could sense that he had had a bad day. I was laying on the couch and invited him to snuggle.


Our couch is fairly long and wide and from what I recall, two people can lay on it somewhat comfortably. Back in the day, he would hop up and lay on me and we fit like a puzzle.


I really don't remember him having so many sharp points on his body! He is growing like stink and his long Kermit like arms and legs do not fold up the way they used to. His hair also does not smell like the baby hair I loved to put my face in. (For some reason preteen boys have hair that smells like mashed potatoes.)


Once we settled in nicely, I remembered just how nice it is to hold him. I looked into his deep brown eyes and could still see that sweet baby boy, with his chubby cheeks and his extra rolls of fat. We still fit like a puzzle ! He truly is a great kid and I wish we spent more time doing things just the two of us.

I am so glad that he still needs his momma and I hope he always will!