A Farewell To (Mommy and Daddy’s) Arms
2 years, 8 months.
As I look through the pictures from our Louisville Zoo trip on my Facebook page, I realize how challenging it is to find a picture of you with Mommy and/or me where one of us isn’t holding you.
(See the album “Louisville Zoo Road Trip Summer 2013.”)
Son, you’re more than half my height now. You don’t need me to hold you.
However, I recognize that’s the #1 way you show physical affection with people.
So it’s never been easy (or felt natural or right) for Mommy or me to refuse to hold you when you ask us to; which is pretty much anytime we’re in public, as well as when we are putting you to bed.
But now, I think the time has come.
You’re pushing 3 years old now. More importantly, Mommy is the one who holds you most.
She’s definitely strong, but you’re not a light kid, and I know that holding you all the time can’t be good for her back.
It’s a struggle as your parents to deny you the type of physical affection you crave, when we feel like we hardly ever get to see you anyway.
In our version of 2013, Mommy and I both have to work full-time; even though we’re debt-free now.
I’m taking it upon myself to transition you into you holding our hands and walking, and making up for the lack of closer physical contact in other ways.
Yesterday morning, I tried our new way of doing things.
“Jack, this morning when we go into school, you’re going to walk and hold Daddy’s hand.”
Yeah, it didn’t go well.
It was even worse when I came to pick you up at the end of the day.
You were so happy to see me, but then had a breakdown all the way out the building into the car.
And I imagine it will be that way for the rest of this week, at least.
I wonder in what new ways you will begin showing affection to Mommy and me as we transition out of holding you.
As you get used to walking in public and holding my hand everyday going to and from school, my hope is that it becomes more normal for you to let Mommy do the same.
After all, we were at the Louisville Zoo for nearly 6 hours and Mommy was the one carrying you around most of the time.
So here’s to a new transition in our lives. Oh yeah… we still need to work on that whole “potty training” thing too…
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