And it was like a total slap in the face. He was right. Someday my sweet boy won’t miss me. He won’t cry for me. He won’t need me to snuggle him in the middle of the night. And my heart just broke right then and there.
I’ve been up with this sweet boy more nights than I can count in his two and a half years. But was that wasted time?
Someday when I’m old and gray, maybe then I’ll sleep. Or maybe I’ll still wake up in the middle of the night and long for the days where I got to snuggle my two year old boy. I don’t think I’ll look back on these days and remember how tired I was. I think I’ll look back and remember how good I had it. How, just for a while, he was all mine.
Being a mom is learning to balance the joy of watching your child grow up with the heartache of knowing each step they take takes them further away from you.
My heart is expanding and breaking at the same time.