Sometimes Jake, my mush, has these sentimental moments that he doesn’t yet know how to process. He will say things like, “this music makes me want to cry, it’s just so beautiful.” Last night he came in as I was putting Ryan to bed. He said, “I can’t help it I just need to hug you one more time. I don’t know why. I just need to hug and kiss you. I love you.”
Ryan: (Who you can’t buy a hug from.) “What about me? Can you help hugging me?”
Jake: “No, you too Ryan,” He said, ‘cause he’s good like that. (He went over and hugged and and kissed her.)
He left and came back two more times because, in his words, “I can’t help it Mommy, my heart is addicted to you.”
“MY heart is addicted to YOU.” I replied in awe of this immensely touching statement.
My heart is addicted to you, can you even handle it? How beautiful, in a why does my 6 year old understand the concept of addiction, kinda way. Is his father’s heart “addicted” to me? I mean my G-d that’s better than “You complete me,” or “You had me at hello.”
For how many more years will his heart be addicted to me? Will he turn in the middle of his wedding vows, walk away and announce to the crowd, “I just can’t, my heart is addicted to my mommy.” Part of me pathetically hopes so.
My daughter began hosting an intervention. “Can you stop Jake? Can you do it? Can you be brave and strong and stop your addiction?” She was saying, in a breathless distressed Scarlet O’Hara kind of voice. She is just 4 and oddly, also seems to understand the word addiction. You’d think we were all in some kinda 12 stepper.
So, Jake bravely found his manliness and retreated to his big boy room. Within seconds Ryan lunged at me “I, can’t help it I must have a hug. I neeeeed a hug” her voice trailing off as she fainted into my arms. Somewhere the sentimentality was lost, but she definitely wins for most dramatic.
This is so true, because I can actually picture them saying and doing it. Jake is the sweetest, kindest child and of course the one who gives the most kisses. Ryan is the actress, who feels she should only give kisses if you deserve them. But I know how you feel and you could eat them up alive. Sometimes we just need to reflect on how beautiful children can be.
See…Ryan was the one who took Emilee’s snap hand and wrapped it around the tree! Jake would NEVER have done that! (Emi is pissed!)
JUST ANOTHER NECESSARY REMINDER TO YOU THAT “HUGS” ARE BETTER THAN “DRUGS!” LOL!!!!
(AS YOU CAN TELL, I’M STILL HUNG UP ON YOUR “CRACK” STORY.)
That sounds absolutely amazing.
Jacob: “Mommy, you’re beautiful, even with all those zits on your face. Why do you have so many zits?”
Kim to Audrey: “Audrey, you are SUCH a good artist!”
Audrey: “Thanks, mom! You are SUCH a good eater!”
Jacob: “HAHAHA mommy has a jelly belly! Mom, are you gonna DIE?”
Kim: “No, not yet anyway”
Audrey: “What if you die? What if you AND daddy die?” (tears welling, voice quivering)
Kim: “You go live with Auntie Kristi and Uncle Jason.”
Audrey: (tears evaporate as she jumps up and runs to Jacob) “JACOB!! WE GET TO GO LIVE WITH KRISTI AND JASON!!! I AM SO EXCITED!!”
Kim: “Um…hold on a minute…” (checks her pulse)
Yes, this is what I live for.
Sigh.
Jake’s Dad’s heart is absolutely still addicted to you, babe. Keep up the great stuff.
ok i have to add one of my favorites, told to me by a 4 year old, also with dramatic sigh and deep regrets.
“I wish I had learned how to hold worms when i was little.”
ps. I told her it wasnt too late.
Jenny,
You are so lucky to be a humor writer! You get to see the beauty of the purity and sweetness of your children all the while appreciating the humor in it! “Ain’t parenting grand?”
What a sweet boy! What a great line! Makes me wish I had written down more of the wonderful material my kids had at that age too. One comment I remember though: In the Target checkout line, back in the days when we wrote checks, my daughter was about 3, and as I quickly filled out the check while she sat in the cart, she matter-of-factly and apologetically informed the cashier while she rolled her eyes, “My mommy likes to color sometimes,” as though I was holding up the process because I need to get my coloring fix before we left!
His heart will always be addicted to you. But by the time he’s my son’s age (12yrs), the way he shows you will change somewhat. More than somewhat. A lot, actually. But it will still be sweet and heart-melting. In a weird way.
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