Kisses
Every time we get in the car we click the boys in their carseats, and I have made it a habit to always give them a kiss before I step back and close the door. I don't know why, I just do, and they've come to expect it.
The other day I forgot to kiss Ryan (it was early, I was running late for work, and I just wasn't on my A-game) and the poor little guy started sobbing hysterically, "I WAN MY KISS!!! I WAN MY KISS, MAMA" And I felt so bad that I undid my seatbelt (we were still in the driveway), got out of the car, and went to plant a smooch on my little guy. The moment I did he was completely happy and we had a pleasant ride into school.
I sometimes kiss the boys as they're getting out too - yes, I'm a giant mushball. Please don't remind me. But today took the cake. We pulled in at the school, and I went to let Colin out of his carseat. I gave him a kiss, and he went to wipe his lips with the back of his hand.
"Colin! Did you just wipe my kiss away?!?" I asked the question slightly miffed, but also with a playful tone in my voice because he is a little boy, after all, and I can't expect him to always want my kisses every moment of the day.
His response?
"No, Mommy. I rubbed it in so I could have your kiss in me waaaay down deep, all day long. Because I love you so much. Sometimes that's what I do, I rub the kisses in."
This kid is either the best smooth-talker in history (which wouldn't surprise me, knowing his father!), or he is simply the most adorable loving little boy in the universe. Or both.
I completely melted, grabbed him up in a huge hug (with some other parents staring a bit, wondering what was going on), and told him, as I often do, that he is the best Colin ever. Whatever other insanity or frustration today brings, I have Colin's kiss, rubbed in. Waaay down deep in my heart. Because that's how much he loves me. Yep, I'm the luckiest mom in the world.
The other day I forgot to kiss Ryan (it was early, I was running late for work, and I just wasn't on my A-game) and the poor little guy started sobbing hysterically, "I WAN MY KISS!!! I WAN MY KISS, MAMA" And I felt so bad that I undid my seatbelt (we were still in the driveway), got out of the car, and went to plant a smooch on my little guy. The moment I did he was completely happy and we had a pleasant ride into school.
I sometimes kiss the boys as they're getting out too - yes, I'm a giant mushball. Please don't remind me. But today took the cake. We pulled in at the school, and I went to let Colin out of his carseat. I gave him a kiss, and he went to wipe his lips with the back of his hand.
"Colin! Did you just wipe my kiss away?!?" I asked the question slightly miffed, but also with a playful tone in my voice because he is a little boy, after all, and I can't expect him to always want my kisses every moment of the day.
His response?
"No, Mommy. I rubbed it in so I could have your kiss in me waaaay down deep, all day long. Because I love you so much. Sometimes that's what I do, I rub the kisses in."
This kid is either the best smooth-talker in history (which wouldn't surprise me, knowing his father!), or he is simply the most adorable loving little boy in the universe. Or both.
I completely melted, grabbed him up in a huge hug (with some other parents staring a bit, wondering what was going on), and told him, as I often do, that he is the best Colin ever. Whatever other insanity or frustration today brings, I have Colin's kiss, rubbed in. Waaay down deep in my heart. Because that's how much he loves me. Yep, I'm the luckiest mom in the world.
Comments