Dagger to my heart
Tonight as I put the boys to bed I asked, “Who’s said their prayers and who’s ready for a kiss.” In response to my question I hear from Eli, “I’m always ready for a kiss Momma.” I say, “You are?!” and go to kiss him—a billion times all over his face—but he follows up with, “Well, I’m always ready for a kiss, except when my friends are around.”
Oh! Dagger to my heart.
His comment comes a day after I tried giving Isaac a kiss after dropping him off in his classroom. He said, “Ah, Mom. Not here.”
Twist it deeper.
And just a week ago after giving William a kiss on the forehead and telling him I love him, my kiss was accepted with a response of, “I love you too Mom. And thanks for waiting to kiss me until my friend went outside.”
Twist some more.
Not even Mike enjoys my uncontrollable desire to pinch his butt in public.
Where is the love?! There is none apparently—at least not of the physical sort (in public) that is.
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