Dancing with E<\/b>
\nI was listening to music and making dinner tonight when E, my 3 year-old, ran into the room and jumped into my arms. He had something to tell me.<\/p>\n
E: Mama, I’m going to be a big man someday.
\nMe: You’re going to be a man someday?
\nE: Yep.
\nMe: I know that you’re going to be a big man. Will you dance with me when you’re a big man?
\nE: Yes.
\nMe: Like we’re dancing now?
\nE: Uh-huh.<\/p>\n
So we danced around the kitchen for a minute and I thought how great it will be to dance with my grown-up son someday. Somehow, though, I think that there will be less giggling and neck sugars when we dance in the future….but I’m sure that it will be great in its own way. <\/p>\n
I’m going to be surrounded by tall blonde men someday. Everyday, the realization sinks in a little deeper. Now I have to just remember to fight the good fight so that they will hopefully be men that I want to be surrounded by. <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Dancing with E I was listening to music and making dinner tonight when E, my 3 year-old, ran into the room and jumped into my arms. He had something to tell me. E: Mama, I’m going to be a big … Continue reading