Why did I title my blog "Mommy, Hold My Hand, Please."? I have been wanting to do this for a long time. I'm frustrated. Frustrated with role as a parent and mommy. I want to do it all. I want to be a stay at home mom. I want to work. I want to be super mommy. I want to be the mom who makes homemade valentines for her kids to pass out and then volunteer at the party at school. I want to make homemade dinners that are healthy every night for my family. I want to do a superb job at work and be recognized for it. I want to finish the laundry. I want to clean my bathrooms more than once a week. I want to actually dust every inch of my house. But, sometimes I just get to hold my son's hand.
He has started saying that a lot. I mean every time we leave the house, get out of the car, walk to the kitchen. It has hit home with me. He just wants me to be connected to him. He feels safe when I hold his hand because he is connected to his mommy. It is a wonderful feeling. I love hearing those words and feeling his little hand grab mine. His 2 foot stature walking along side me makes me feel like I am his someone special. Most of the time he is running around throwing his body onto anything soft he can find or trying to convince me he needs to watch "Sheriff Callie" on the ipad for the 20th time that day, but then he will just walk over to me and say "Mommy, hold my hand, please." When he was an infant he needed me to feed him, burp him, hold him, cuddle him. Now he is two and his needs have changed.
I love this little guy...and I just want to hold his hand.
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