Last night, Alex came tearing across the house to jump into bed next to me. He cried and hugged me and cuddled in deep. This used to happen almost every night. I’m glad he’s learning to sleep better on his own and not having the nightmares he used to. But I still love to occasional snuggle.
When we woke in the morning, we had a conversation that I know is fleeting.
Me: Alex, why did you come sleep with me last night?
Me: Did you have a bad dream? Why did you want to sleep in my bed?
Alex: (shrugs) I just wanted you. I just wanted to be with you mom. Because you’re the best mom ever.
I know he won’t be such a momma’s boy forever. But I do, indeed, appreciate that for now he is. Even if it means just a bit less sleep.