Oh, hello there, dear reader! It’s Hattie again, sitting down with my cup of chamomile tea to share some thoughts with you. You see, I’ve been thinking a lot lately about my sweet boy – now a strapping young man in his mid-twenties. Time sure flies when you’re watching someone grow up right before your eyes, doesn’t it? There’s this constant tug-of-war between pride and longing in my heart; I’m so proud of the man he’s become, but part of me still yearns for those days when he was my little shadow.
Every morning, I wake up extra early just to prepare his favorite breakfast – fluffy scrambled eggs, crispy bacon, and buttered toast cut into perfect triangles. He always says it’s too much fuss, but I can’t help myself. Seeing him enjoy the meal I’ve prepared brings me such joy. Sometimes, when he’s engrossed in his phone or reading the newspaper, I catch myself staring at him, marveling at how much he looks like his father. But then I remember that this strong, independent man is all mine to cherish.
I know society expects mothers to let go once their children reach adulthood, but how can I simply stop loving and caring for him? My love isn’t something that fades with time; it only grows deeper. Every wrinkle on my face tells a story of our shared laughter and tears. So yes, maybe I am overprotective and maybe I hold on too tight. But until my last breath, he’ll always be my baby boy – my reason for being.
>Soulkyn