Monday, September 8, 2008

About Last Night

"Um, you're going to have to repeat that, because I am sure I must have heard you incorrectly," I stammered in disbelief.

"I don't want you to tuck me in. I don't need you to," My 15 year old declared matter-of-factly.

Well, I knew he couldn't have really meant it, so I headed into his room to give him a quick kiss, hug and cuddle. He was having none of it.

"I told you not to tuck me in! Tuck-ins are for babies."


I left him as he was, turning off his iPod and packing his backpack for the A.M. But as soon as I thought he was asleep, I crept back to his room to sneak a kiss. You see, while he may not need to be tucked in anymore, I still need to tuck him in. Although, clearly, I need to get over it.

I gave him a kiss and straightened out his covers. And as I was about to walk away, I spotted this, under his arm, snuggled up next to him, and it made me smile:

Oh, and as I was walking out of the room, my big boy who didn't need me mumbled, "I love you, Madre." Phew...


Girl Friday said...

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaand there is the proof of why your job is SO much more important than any of those other yay-hoos who look baffled when you say you're a mother.

helene said...

that is why I cuddle and tuck-in Eva as much as I can

The Mommy said...

:( Awwwww!!!! I'm so not ready for that age! Too stinking cute!