Is there anything sweeter than the smell of dirt? I don’t mean the dirt in my garden, or the dirt and dust of outdoor living. No, I’m talking about the sweet scent of dirt that clings to my son on a daily basis, the aroma that hovers about him, follows him as he runs through the house at top speed, leaps over sofas in a single bound, jumps, twists in mid-air as he pushes off from an armrest managing a karate chop and kick before landing on his feet.
My son is amazing. He smells like dirt and a myriad of other things I (thankfully) cannot identify, nor do I want to know their origin. He dots the house on a regular basis with his tale-tell markings, adding to my list of things to clean. But it all becomes irrelevant when he careens through the room, throws himself onto the seat beside me and wraps his skinny little arms around my neck. The boy can hug like the coziest of bears! He snuggles close, wedges his toes between my legs (to become at one with me, I think), flashes that brilliant toothless smile and says, “Hi, Mommy.”
Warm ripples of love shoot straight out from my heart. Short and sweet, he gets right to the point. I’d expect nothing less from my little man-in-training (his father’s not big on love talk, either). Full of life, packed with love, he wants nothing more than to be with his mother–at the moment.
The minute Dad walks in it will be game over for Mom. Like boys and bikes, fishing and skateboards, I don’t stand a chance when it comes to him and his dad.
But that’s okay. I’m a realist. I accept the realities of male-bonding and sashay right around them. After all, he’s helpful in the garden and helpful in the kitchen–after the friendly reminder to wash his hands.
Bright and energetic, boys are quick and sharp and they do love their mothers. After all, it’s my name he calls out in the middle of the night. It’s my side of the bed he seeks during the pre-dawn light. It’s my cheerful face he searches for in pick up line after school.
So each night, as he scrambles from my lap en route for his father, I let him go. Good practice for later. For one day he will love another woman, cherish and adore her (and call his mother once a week, if he knows what’s good for him!) and I will no longer be the center of his universe.
But until then, I’ll happily remain the love of his life. And the feeling is mutual, dirt devils and dust bunnies, my boy is decidedly adorable–stink and all!
Catarina Alexon says
Your son sounds great! And it’s commendable that you have the wisdom not to get envious of his bond with your husband.
gardenfrisk says
Mothers do know best…
PJ | Garden Accents and Decor says
Enjoy your time with your son for as much and as long as you can.
My son has it’s own family now and is a Daddy himself. Now I am a Grandma and this although I really wasn’t ready for that yet. But who would ask or care? 😉
I still miss the times when he was the kid, almost exactly as you described your son and I was the woman of his life.
Kids grow up so fast and before you know it, they will be out of your house and be standing on their own legs.
Best Regards
Paula Jo
gardenfrisk says
They do grow up fast so I’m holding on tight! Best of all, he still lets me hold his hand…