Younger son, Jackson, fits rather well with this selfish routine I have. Along with his blue blankie, all he needs is a quick tuck and the two of us saying the poem from I Love You Forever together:
I love you forever.
I like you for always.
As long as I'm living,
My baby you'll be.
Then we air kiss three times. We call it "Special Child Time". Then he makes me close all the shutters and doors in his room so it is pitch black. Two to three minutes and I am done.
Older son, Sumter, is a different breed. And it is he who crimps my selfish being and desires. My 10 1/2 year old must have the "Magic Tuck" which involves one kiss to the ear, one kiss on the nose, two kisses on the forehead, another kiss to said ear, and three "I love yous" in the other ear. Then he does the same to me. Sometimes, his dog, Lucy, must get in the game. It only takes 30 seconds, tops. But it doesn't end there. Sumter needs "snuggle" time. Oh... I am too tired for that! I haven't finished my Bible Study! (I want to read blogs!)
But, oh, how much I love it too! I mean, how many tween boys still want to talk about their day with their mom? How many ask their mom's opinions about friends and school? How many want to hear what life was like when I was 10? How many feel comfortable enough to confess what they heard at school?
I really don't know. But I do know one thing: I know one who does... and I'd better take advantage of it as long as I can.