This boy… He settles into me on the couch, sinking his body as close to mine as he can. Over and over he will say, “momma, my momma” as he pulls me close for a hug or squeezes my arm or my leg. I’m the last one to get a kiss and a hug at night, and he can’t leave in the morning without the same. He believes I am beautiful. My food is the best, whether I heat up a corn dog or make a requested meal.
I am his best girl.
I love both my children the same, but I would be lying if I didn’t say there was something about this boy. I know mothers everywhere appreciate and admire their children for various reasons. They each have their own personality traits that make them shine. But moms of both genders will tell you there is something different about the boys.
I know that Cady is mine forever and ever. There will never be another woman in her life that will replace me. But the boys… We raise the boys knowing that one day they will leave.
I will not always be his best girl. I am okay with this because I know it is the way it is supposed to be. Our job, mine and David’s, is to be the example for how to love a woman, how to respect her, how to fight for her, how to be for her. It is my task to get him ready for my replacement.
From the moment our sons are placed in our arms we love them a little harder and squeeze them a little longer because we know that one day it will come to an end.
But for now, I will take comfort in the truth that I am his best girl.