I read a post by Heather recently that I just loved – she talked about all the ways she knew her adorable daughter, Emi, loves her.  Or at least made her feel like she does.  So I’m stealing.

I feel loved by Dexter when I pick him up and he squeeeeeeezes my neck and gives me the biggest hug (while saying “squeeeeeze!”).  I feel loved when he lays his little head on my shoulder, even if it’s just for a few seconds.  To me, there’s  no better feeling in the world than my kids’ heads on my shoulder.  I feel loved by him when he brings me book after book after book after book and he climbs into my lap to listen to a story.  He’ll do this for as long as I will and I love the closeness, the stillness, and the cuddles.  Sometimes when I’m bending over to help him with something, he’ll reach up to give me a kiss totally unprompted.  I feel loved when he asks me to “chiss” his boo boos.  As annoying as it is, I feel loved when he cries out for me in the middle of the night and my presence is enough to calm him down.  I feel loved when he still lets me rock him in the glider.  I love my little snuggle bug and I’m willing to spend as much time cuddling with him as possible because I know it won’t always be this way.

I feel loved by Theo when he asks me to do a puzzle with him.  He’s seeking approval and praise and thrives on it.  He wants his mama to be proud of him.  I feel loved by Theo when he asks ME how MY day was.  I feel loved by Theo when he says “mama, you’re my best friend.”  I feel loved by Theo when he asks to watch a movie and then lets me hold him in my lap the whole time.  I feel loved by Theo when I put him to bed at night and he says “mama, will you snuggle up with me?”  Of course.  (As soon as Dexter goes to sleep.  Otherwise, he’ll get jealous and cry, cry, cry).  I feel loved by Theo when he runs to the door every day when I pick him up at the babysitter’s and says “MAMA! You’re here!” and he hurries to show me or tell me what he’s been doing.

I feel loved, or maybe I just feel love, when I watch my boys play together.  When I hear Theo offering to help Dexter. To share a treat with him.  Asking him if he’s okay when he cries.  When Dexter asks to snuggle up with Theo in his big bed.  When Dexter follows Theo around all day because he wants to be just like him.  With him.  Near him.  I feel loved knowing how much by boys love each other and hope that they know that they are each other’s greatest gift – a gift that only me and their dad could give them.

If you have little kids, you know that they do not always make you feel loved.  It’s good to remember how much they really do need and love you sometimes.

love,
~C~