I know I shouldn’t mar a sappy post with reminders of how my son has always preferred Tate over myself, but *shrugs shoulders* that’s just how I roll.
Even this morning, Carson’s first whiny words to me were “Where’s Daddy. I want Daddy.”
Blah, blah, blah. Daddy, daddy, daddy.
But! On a positive note, my daddy-loving son has starting spontaneously coming up to ME and giving me hugs and kisses. It’s fabulous! He’ll just be sitting there playing with his John Deere tractors and suddenly come over to me and give me the biggest hug. Then he’ll look me right in the eyes and pucker his lips, waiting for me to return the affection.
I feel such a great heaviness in my chest when he does this. Nothing in the world compares to this joy.
Another sweet trait of Carson’s is that he’s been very concerned about his sick little sister. Between her yelling and moaning and groaning (no, really…that’s all she’s done for days), in those few moments of giggling and smiling, Carson will say “Ella feel better now, Mommy!” He seems to be on watch, waiting to return to her regular happy and healthy self. There have even been a few times, he’s gone over to Ella and gently touched her face with his fingertips and told her than he loves her.
My heart? It’s on the verge of explosion.
I just wanted to put this in print so that in the future I can remember these precious moments. Especially when he’s eight and in trouble for throwing mud on some poor, defenseless two-year-old or when he’s grounded for pummelling his sister.
PS…Canon?? Sony?? Nikon?? Olympus??? I haven’t heard back from any of you regarding my YEARNING for a DSLR camera?? That’s weird. I’m going to BlogHer next month, a place FILLED with photography buffs, and it would be a perfect opportunity to take my NEW camera along and spread the message about it’s awesomeness. I’d love to be sponsored! Call me! Or you can just email me, whatever. My email is playgroupie (at) gmail (dot) com!
Can’t wait to hear from you.