I have a guy on the side. Except he is more in the middle because he prefers to be sandwiched between Ben and me or in my arms. He shows me daily just how much he needs me.
When I take a shower while Ben is home, he will start to cry, wiggle out of Ben’s lap, crawl to the door, stand up, and knock. And continue knocking until I come out or let him in.
When I am kissing Ben, he will crawl over, climb onto my leg and look at us until we I pay attention to him.
When I am sitting on the floor, he will crawl over (do you see a pattern here?), pull himself into a standing position (by using my shoulder), and smother my face with kisses.
When I am trying to sleep, he will cry, standing in his crib, until I go pick him up. Once I rescue him, he will snuggle against my chest while drinking his bottle and occasionally fall asleep. (If he doesn’t fall asleep, he will jump all over me and Ben until we place him back into his crib.)
When I am trying to clean, he will crawl to the gate, pull himself into a standing position, and cry, “Mama!” until I pick him up.
When he is eating, he will cry if I try to leave the room.
When I am sad, he will hug me close.
When I feel that tug of sadness for our lost baby, he will look at me with his beautiful eyes, crawl over and demand that I pick him up. Then I will hold him tight and thank God for a little boy who is still okay with being my baby.