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When my kids were born, and for the first few years of their lives, I was exhausted. I just wanted a break. Any time I could get away and go and see a movie was my idea of an ideal day.
My kids are a bit older now - I'm less exhausted and I'm starting to think about the day when my son will no longer want to cuddle with me.
My idea of an ideal day has changed.
My kids are a bit older now - I'm less exhausted and I'm starting to think about the day when my son will no longer want to cuddle with me.
My idea of an ideal day has changed.
This morning when we were getting ready to leave for daycare, the kids told me they wanted to cuddle. Well this is one thing that I can’t refuse. One day in the not-to-distant future, I know they will realize this and will use that knowledge to get out of doing their homework. But for now, today, it seemed they really did want to cuddle.
We always cuddle on the smaller of the two grey couches in our family room (don’t ask me why). I remove the back two cushions to make enough room for all three of us. Both kids fetch the bright red cushions – they insist that everyone has a pillow. I lie in the middle as I've been told to do. Now the fighting begins – they fight over who is going to lie in front. My three-year-old daughter invariably, knowing that if she kicks up enough of a fuss her big brother will eventually let her get her way, wins.
And now they cuddle in. Oh wait – we need a blanket. According to my children, a blanket is essential to cuddling and cannot be forgotten or it just isn't cuddling. Beige fuzzy blanket retrieved and spread over us. And now let the cuddling begin.
I can’t explain how it feels in my body when I am covered and surrounded by my children. To say that my heart was full or that I felt pure joy, while true, wouldn't really sum it up. It’s as if my fingertips and the back of my head understand the meaning of happiness. If time had to be frozen and I got to choose the exact moment of the freezing (sounds like a Marvel movie no?), that is the moment I would choose.
Fast forward two minutes. Everyone is too hot (go figure). My son starts making some weird honking noise with the express purpose of irritating his sister – which it always does. And cuddle time is over.
We left really late for daycare but what a great way to start the day.
We always cuddle on the smaller of the two grey couches in our family room (don’t ask me why). I remove the back two cushions to make enough room for all three of us. Both kids fetch the bright red cushions – they insist that everyone has a pillow. I lie in the middle as I've been told to do. Now the fighting begins – they fight over who is going to lie in front. My three-year-old daughter invariably, knowing that if she kicks up enough of a fuss her big brother will eventually let her get her way, wins.
And now they cuddle in. Oh wait – we need a blanket. According to my children, a blanket is essential to cuddling and cannot be forgotten or it just isn't cuddling. Beige fuzzy blanket retrieved and spread over us. And now let the cuddling begin.
I can’t explain how it feels in my body when I am covered and surrounded by my children. To say that my heart was full or that I felt pure joy, while true, wouldn't really sum it up. It’s as if my fingertips and the back of my head understand the meaning of happiness. If time had to be frozen and I got to choose the exact moment of the freezing (sounds like a Marvel movie no?), that is the moment I would choose.
Fast forward two minutes. Everyone is too hot (go figure). My son starts making some weird honking noise with the express purpose of irritating his sister – which it always does. And cuddle time is over.
We left really late for daycare but what a great way to start the day.