All words I have used to describe my little guy. For the past month, he has been glued to my side. If I start to leave the room, he puts his little hands in the air and says, "Wait, Mommy!" and runs to my side. When I'm in the kitchen, and I pull out a bowl, or a spoon, or turn the oven on, he says, "Egg?" and hauls a chair over to the (very tiny) counter so he can "watch" and "help." My kitchen has extremely limited counter space, so having a chair and a little body to work around is a challenge indeed! Last night he wrapped his arms around my legs and clung for dear life as I cleaned up from dinner. I mean, really, this child is experiencing separation anxiety in it's truest form!!!
While cute, it can be really frustrating too. Crying when I leave him somewhere. Never letting me out of his sight. Hating to play by himself.
And yet, as I was stumbling around the kitchen last night, dragging him along with me, my mind jumped ahead ten years, fifteen years, to a time when this same child would most likely be declaring his independence and demanding his space. And then I'll be the one crying {inside}, wanting to desperately hold on but knowing I should be letting go....
So for now, I'll embrace the clingy monkey arms and fully enjoy these fleeting years.
1 comment:
Hi Katie,
I can't remember how I came across your blog, but I subscribed to it because I have 2 girls and a boy as well.
I COMPLETELY understand! My son is a lot more clingy than the girls were, which I didn't think was possible, and I try to remind myself as well that these years will fly by.
Thanks for sharing!
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