He doesn’t put his arms around me anymore.
And I get it.
But talk about a very obvious change in the boy I used to have ride on the scooter with me, who would grip me tight around the middle and yell into my ears. He’s now a youngish man/boy, who holds on to the back rack behind him instead of to his mama.
And I can feel it, right there. A flutter in my heart. A pinch.
Sue, I felt the pinch just reading your post. A nice reminder to enjoy those squeezes right now. Glad a seasoned mama will be there to guide me through in a few short (sniff) years.