Ok, so I’m going to go out on a limb here and make a confession. I am seriously obsessed with my own kid. Seriously. The only thing I can even think to compare it to is when you are first in love (or even just ‘into’ someone new). You think about them all the time, look constantly at their photos and wonder what they are doing RIGHT THIS MINUTE. If I could compare the infatuation I have for my child, that would be the closest thing I could compare it to. Of course I love my child dearly, but you can definitely love someone without being infatuated with them and basically with every single thing they do.
The latest and greatest technology to allow me the opportunity to fulfill my need to know what my 17-month-old son is doing at any moment is the in-room camera at his daycare. I can check in at any given moment and will likely get a glimpse into his semi-independent day. I watch him toddling around the room, ‘reading’ books, playing with the other children, demanding to be picked up by his teachers.
And don’t even get me started on the level of cuteness of this child. I mean, he just makes people everywhere fall in love with him. We go to the store and he blows kisses at the cashiers, causing even the most disgruntled employees’ hearts to melt. He waves at people in the mall, makes friends in the mall playground, and, I must confess, the Starbucks baristas know him well.
I spent entirely too much time trying to kiss his round little cheeks when we are together. I feel entirely too much sadness when I leave him to go to work. And I might even feel a bit of jealousy towards the care providers who spend all day with him, making art projects and playing on the daycare playground. Don’t get me wrong. I enjoy my time alone and need breaks from him, but I basically miss him as soon as he is not in my presence. He is my new little best friend, the person who can make me smile no matter what kind of day I am having. He is the person I wait for at the door when his dad picks him up from school. And yes, he is the person I take entirely too many photos of, who I have to limit posts of to Facebook, for fear of being ‘that mom.’
Am I a little obsessed? Maybe. But isn’t that my job as his mom? Isn’t it my responsibility to be his advocate, his cheering section, the person he can always depend on to have his back? I hope that I can always maintain some of this heartfelt admiration for my child – just for being the person he is. I realize that this will be tested as we move into the terrible twos, all the way to the teenage years, and through all the phases of childhood in between. But for now, he is my favorite person and I like it that way.
What are your favorite things about your children? What do you miss most when you are away from them?
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