My sister and I never lacked for time to learn to entertain ourselves, and the idea that we should go running to our mom over every scrape or cut was never present in our minds, but there was never any doubt that she loved us. Wholly and completely loved us. Her every thought and action did not need to revolve around us, she had her own interests, her own tasks to complete that had nothing to do with us, and yet there was never a question.
I want to be that kind of mom. I feel like I am slowly learning how to be that kind of mom... as the days pass and the boy and I alternate hours of laughing and playing together with hours of him entertaining himself as I go about living my life in his presence, showing him that I am a whole person and not just his mother... I am beginning to see that spark of recognition in his eyes that reassures me. The smile he gives me when our gazes cross during our time doing separate things; it tells me that he knows. He knows just how completely he is loved.
Always and forever my sweets...
