He throws his arms around me with such force that I almost stumble.
The boy who doesn’t like to be kissed doles out his hugs sparingly, but fiercely.
He holds on tight for a long time then lets go.
Grinning he says “You’ll get another one tonight, at bed time… maybe.”
And then he is gone, back to whatever it is that is important to a five year old boy.
I wait till bed time and he makes good with his promise. I suspect the number of hugs may be directly related to how long he thinks he can delay going to bed, but I pretend not to notice.
His hugs are just about the best things in the whole world… just about.
As he holds me I wonder what he will be like when he grows up.
Will he love as sparingly and fiercely as he does now?
I kinda hope so.
That made me go all “awww”.
With 3 boys, I definitely know the power and the force of the little boy hug. My 6 year old no longer acquiesces at my every request, but when he needs a hug, he REALLY needs a hug. And yes, for me, there really is no better feeling in the world. Lucky for me my 4 and 2 year old still submit to my every demand and I’ll hold onto that as long as I can. While I know when they reach their 20s, the hugs will probably be few and far between but I do hope, more than anything, that they are as fierce and as desperate as they are now.
Precious boy, he is growing and changing so much!
Ha! Kate, my little 4 year old boy’s hugs also nearly knock me over! That made me smile!
that’s beautiful Kate :)
Ms love is one of my most treasured gifts too. Hug him from me …..if he’ll let you.