It is Sunday morning and I am the first person awake.
I curl up on the couch with a good book under a blanket and read while the sun comes up through the windows.
“I will be your little boy forever,” he says to me.
I feel like a Hallmark card.
The moment will quickly pass as he starts asking science-related questions that I cannot answer without some help from the internet, and I will have to think about responsible things, like breakfast and that we will need to get dressed at some point
The idea of him being mine forever stays in back of my head all day, because the truth is that he will not be mine forever.
One day he will belong to himself and maybe even a spouse, and I have to accept that. I have to accept that I am raising my son to leave me one day.