Happy is the son whose faith in his mother remains unchallenged.” Louisa May-Alcott
Many people told me (after I had our son) that I would never know another relationship quite like the one a mother shares with her son. Mothers and daughters are close; they share "the girl thing", but the bond that forms between mother and son is something very few can come between.
Now back then I thought these people were all a little whacked. Seriously; how could a mother/child connection be that different simply based on the sex of the child. Sure there would be difference based on personality types, interests (as the child grew older), and the usual day to day stuff. But a bond, that strong of a bond, established simply because the child is a boy. Yeah, whatever!
But you know what, it is true.
Now let me set the record straight; I, without equivocation, deliberation or contemplation, love my children, both by children with all my heart. That is not to say there are days I don't LIKE one or both of them very much because of a rare, but intense, situation at hand. But today, as J curled up on my lap to snuggle, and how I, yes me, was able to flip his mood from sour puss to happy-go-lucky, made me realise that we have something just a little bit different than the dynamic I have with E. Not better. Not stronger. Not anything that I can put my finger on. But it is there.
Now whether that is because he is my "baby" (I can hear him groaning as I type that) or because he is my baby boy, I can't say for sure. But today I felt what all those people were telling me about and it made me sigh; a very deep, long, happy sigh. Thanks J.
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