I fell in love with my little 2 1/2 year old man at first sight but we have had our rough patches. He and I are so much alike actually. He is tender-hearted and naturally more timid than his sister and dad, and definitely dislikes change.
His set of wonderful characteristics can be challenging in certain situations, like for example, dropping him off at Sunday school. And naturally it is harder in these situations when mama is doing the dropping instead of daddy.
So typically we try to avoid the crying and just let daddy do the dropping. But today I figured we both needed to get some practice since the last time we came to church without Shawn I basically got to go pick out my seat before my number was posted on the screen to come get my screaming kid.
Today, I held Hayden's hand and nervously walked him to his door, of course expecting the worst. I opened it and nudged him in. I said "love you buddy" and started to close the door when he quickly snatched my hand back in his. Oh dear, here we go. I may have even squinted my eyes waiting to hear the dreaded cry. Then right in front of his whole little 2 year old class and both teachers he raised the front of my hand up to his mouth and gave it the most gentle, perfect prince-like kiss. (and I'm so glad he is only 2 and not 10 because I dropped to my knees and kissed his little face) Oh, and then he said "love you too mom" and I turned around out of that room an floated to the sanctuary. And I might still be glowing.
Loving Motherhood.
Tanda
