I’ve been wanting to do this forever, but I almost never have the time. Honestly, I blitz my blog site when I actually find the time to sit down. But here’s my blog post inspired by the daily prompt, in concordance with the general theme of my site:
Daniel is only 5 and he currently sees no problem with kissing me goodbye or hello or giving me hugs and kisses and holding my hand in public. I adore his sweet little hugs and kisses. I love how genuine they are. He’s always so happy to see me at the end of the day and its such an amazing feeling, knowing I’m his favorite girl.
However, I know there will come a time where I won’t be his priority. More importantly, my hugs and kisses will go from embrace to embarrassment for him. Holding my hand will become a decree of dependence and will no longer be a requirement for him.
How will I handle this? In the only way I know how. A full on, toddler at nap time tantrum.
I promise to fall out on the floor. I promise to kick and scream. I promise to completely lose my mind and embarrass him. I have been planning this move since he was in-utero and he was using my bladder as a trampoline; since he was a baby and had me chasing after him in Target.
There have been so many moments that I have had to endure as a mom to this guy (as most of us do) and I have been planning my get-back-attack for years now.
I may even cry. Loud, long sobbing – in public. The moment he show me he’s “too cool” to hold my hand, or he doesn’t want my kisses in front of his friends, its on like Donkey Kong.
I literally can’t wait for this moment. He’s gonna learn, on that day, that his mother is absolutely nuts.