Every so often Aidric has a frustrating couple of days where
he needs to be held almost constantly. The past couple of days have been that
way. Granted, he got his two month shots
yesterday and the doctor warned me that he might be fussy. But it’s when
nothing outside of the ordinary is going on that these episodes are especially
confusing.
Don’t get me wrong. I LOVE holding my son. While he may be
small on the growth charts, in my opinion he’s in the 99th
percentiles for cuteness and snuggling ability. He’s wonderful.
But. . . sometimes I need some time to myself too. To go to the bathroom without the sound of
crying in the background because (heaven forbid) I put him in his swing or in
his playpen. To take a shower. To make a hot meal AND eat it without
interruption. But there’s no real way to explain that to Aidric. He doesn’t
understand. He just wants a hug from his mom.
I got to thinking about this, and in this way, many adults
aren’t much different from babies. After a hard day—whether we can explain why
we feel the way we do or not—we just need a hug from someone we love. Sometimes
our favorite foods, or advice, or a few kind words won’t do. Sometimes we just
want to be held by someone who loves us. And I love him very, very much.