Eben is very physical. He hits and kicks everything, including his sisters. Sometimes he just walks and kicks and punches, while saying, "Kick! Punch!" He's a living comic hero; I keep expecting Kazam! and Kapow! to appear in bubbles over his head. My husband and I are constantly teaching him boundaries about physical contact.
What I didn't expect was that I'd be his queen. I'm perfect. The most beautiful. I make the best food. I sing the best songs. A couple weeks ago when I dressed up to go out, he swatted my bottom and said I was 'dewishous'. I can't imagine where he learned that... ;)
I was a little conflicted by this hero worship. I'd seen the same dynamic with my brother and my mom, and I didn't like it. I'd also seen countless mothers resist the mother/son separation that eventually ends in marriage, and I didn't like that either.
So this is what I'm learning. I love being worshipped. God and I have something in common. :) But being god in my son's life has huge ramifications; how he views and treats women hinges largely on me.
This is what I will teach:
Be gentle. Listen. Be strong. Be sensitive. Treat women like ladies, but have boundaries.
I'm sure that list will grow, but it's a start.
Someday my boy will worship another, and I will celebrate it while shedding a few tears. I choose not to worry about this eventuality, because the reality is that I have someone else that worships me and doesn't leave. :)
Today I said this to a friend, "Keep the homefires burning because the little flames leave." The love I share with my husband isn't as blind as the love my son has for me, but it's better. Intimacy can be scary. My husband will tell me what he thinks. Sometimes he corrects me. Often he challenges me. And the very best thing, he always chooses me. It's dewishous. :D
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