Last night we snuggled for a little while. He went and got a blanket because the boy loves his creature comforts. I had my arms around him, feeling the little man's barrel chest he's had his whole life. (Sometimes I wonder how big he'll be when it's all said and done.) I had already given him all the motherly lectures: sunscreen! manners! no whining! so it was time for the lying to commence.
Mostly lies of omission. When he said that maybe he would be homesick and miss me, I deflected the idea and said that while I would miss him a little bit (lies!) I was excited for him. I started talking about the white sands on the beach they're going to in Florida so that I would not start begging him not to go.
It was hard to act like it was all going to be wonderful when inside I was still wondering how I'd let him go.
But then I let him go.
Because it's what we do. We let them go. We let them grab opportunities when they come.
And then we torture ourselves with pictures like this:
Have fun and be good baby boy. (And wear sunscreen!)
2 comments:
I'll make sure the ginger boys wear sunscreen :)
This makes me teary. Letting go is not going to be easy for this mama!
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