He ain't heavy, he's my boy
Feeling melancholic.
I was folding the clothes earlier today and here was his favourite ragged up hand-me-down koala tee. Years before when we got it together in a pile of clothings handed to me from Wilkin's aunt, I took a look at the clothes and thought It will be years before Aidan can wear this. After all, Wilkin's cousin is now in his hormone-raging teen.
But now, Aidan is already outgrowing the same tee I am holding. He is now taller, again, much heavier, but unfortunately for me, he is blissfully unaware. Whenever he is upset or scared about something, he will go Cawwy, cawwy, cawwy. Not Daddy, not grandpa, aunt nor uncle. ME. He can be easily two packs of my favourite jasmine rice, actually, more. 10kg each. I shouldn't be complaining, though. It will be a blink of an eye and he may not want to be seen being kissed my his mummy in public.
My son, happily snugged up in bed right now.
1 comment:
That's the power of a mother's love. I was like carrying Kimberly till she was about 6 too, pregnant belly and all, till Ashley was born. Never realise that she was too old to be carried. hee hee...fortunately its not like all the time, only like when she runs to me for a hug.
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