Nurturing Bonds: Embracing My 7.5-Year-Old Sleeping Beside Me.
Mother-son love. |
I have been chastised by numerous relatives and friends alike for allowing my 7.5-year-old son to sleep beside me. Yet, I deflect their criticism with a gentle smile, for they cannot fathom the waterfall of emotions within me. They fail to grasp that I simply do not care what they think because the truth is far more profound.
In the depths of my heart, I feel a mixture of sadness and longing. I fondly recall the days when my little one, at just one year old, would peacefully slumber beside me, clutching my hand with tiny fingers. There were moments when he would awaken during the night, seeking solace and desiring my comforting presence. I can still sense the delicate caress of his hand tracing my face. Those times held immense significance and remain etched in my memory, yet they couldn't endure indefinitely. They gracefully slipped away, akin to a beautiful dance.
These memories evoke a deep longing within me as I witness my son growing up and the relentless passage of time. My son, wise beyond his years, holds promises of embarking on his own nighttime adventures once he reaches the age of ten. While the thought of sleeping apart and not able to cuddle every night brings a pang of sorrow, I find comfort in his blossoming independence and his eagerness to explore the world around him.
Nonetheless, I treasure each precious moment spent with my little one for now. I take solace in listening to his gentle breathing and feeling the rise and fall of his chest as he sleeps, mirroring my own. I savor the tranquility of these peaceful slumbers, mindful of their transient nature, slipping through my grasp like fine grains of sand.
For I am his guardian, his protector, and his confidant, but above all, I am his parent. And while the world may scoff at my choices, I will bask in the joy of this intimate connection that time cannot erase. In the end, it is the love we share, nurtured through nights spent side by side, that will forever remain etched upon my soul.
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Wonderfully written. Though I may have a different view on the issue, I take pride in the moment that your story telling skills have improved a lot. God bless.
ReplyDeleteThank you :)
DeleteNice. It brings back cherished memories and stirs up a profound sense of nostalgia. I experience a mixture of emotions, including a sense of pride, sadness, and a bittersweet realization of how quickly time flies.
ReplyDeleteI get your emotions. Totally! :)
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