A couple of weeks ago, we were visiting at my parents' house. I was sitting in the recliner when Hollis came in the door, crying. He climbed into my lap, all sweaty and dusty. When I asked him what happened, he managed to get out that he'd been riding in the jeep while Ivy drove, and he stood up and she gunned it, so he fell out.
He must have landed pretty hard, because I couldn't remember the last time the boy had come to me for comfort, or openly wept. I held him in my lap, and it only took a few minutes for him to settle down.
I looked at him, all long bones and pointy elbows and knees. Before I was ready, I could feel his body switch from "little-boy snuggle" mode to "I feel awkward that Mom's holding me in her lap" mode. I wondered if it was the last time he'd come to me like a little boy. I hope he'll still want to be comforted by his mom, even when he's older.
On a somewhat lighter note, what do you bet that Ivy laughed when he fell off, as she peeled out? We need to have a talk with that girl.
