This morning at Kids Camp my sweet 8 year old son walks over to my table at breakfast to give me a big hug and kiss. Then he calls back over his shoulder as he walks away, “I miss you mom.”
*insert melting mother’s heart here*
*insert precious moment here*
*insert warm fuzzy mom feelings here*
I know these hugs and kisses aren’t going to last much longer. Especially in front of other people! So I cherish each and every one.
I was so touched by his utter sweetness that I promptly went over to his table to deliver more hugs. Then decided that while I was at it I might as well go around the table of boys from his room and give them all hugs as well.
I just have eight words for you.
I’ve. Never. Had. This. Much. Fun. Terrorizing. Boys.
As I hugged one I would look at the next one and say, “Get ready! I’m gonna give you a mom hug next!” Or, “You know you miss your momma’s and want a wittle hug from me!” Or, “I promise I’m not a freaky lady. Just pretend I’m your mom. Wait, is that freaky?”
Again, so. much. fun.
But I think they all secretly liked it.