I've said it before and I'll probably continue to marvel at it on my death bed. Motherhood is an incredible thing. It's without a doubt the best thing I've ever done. Not only do I get someone to love unconditionally (and who luckily feels the same about me), but I get to watch him grow and learn. Henry's at the age now where he's learning a new word at least once a week, and he's understanding the things that we say, and he's hugging and kissing because he wants to. He's becoming his own person.
Just a couple nights ago I sat in our recliner working while he sat on the couch watching Thomas (his favorite). I looked over to him to see him staring at me. As soon as he saw my attention on him he grinned the biggest, toothiest grin and said "hi" in his adorably singsong way. And it struck me how simple childhood is, how easy it is to make them happy. All it took was a look from me in that moment to make him happy. And other times all it does is take me lifting him into my arms and giving him a squeeze. Still others, it's just getting on the floor to play with him.
That's all. Can you imagine if adulthood was that simple? Can you imagine if we retained the feelings and simplicity of childhood well into our adulthood?
Granted, I'm not naive enough to think it'll always be so simple, that he'll always want to hug and kiss me and play with me. And that's okay too. I want him to express himself and I want him to know that it's okay to have his own feelings. I don't want to impose my feelings onto him. I want him to grow up in a house that allows him to think for himself. I want him to explore and wander and take adventures without a leash attached to me. But when his journey takes him back home, I want him to know I'll be there with open arms waiting to hug him, if that's what he wants.
All of this rambling is to say this: Motherhood. It's awesome, man.