G and I are hanging out on my cruise liner of a bed, eating savory mini crackers from Trader Joe’s. He’s watching some asinine program about one of the guys from “Jackass.” I’m trying to pretend that I’m not paying attention. It’s perfect.
Motherhood is a truly bittersweet experience. It’s my opinion that I have been letting my kids go since the very moment they were born. And it’s not easy. It is so hard to love with this kind of intense ferocity, in full knowledge that one day, sooner rather than later, if you have done your job well, you will be releasing your kid completely to share with the universe.
Tonight though is one of those sweet affirmation moments. I chuckle at something truly mundane and G laughs and grabs my hand. And we are okay; sharing our love for one another in the most old-fashion of ways.