My baby got his first skinned-knee. Courtesy of a little enthusiastic running on some cobblestone. I should probably be glad it’s taken him so long. (Most likely thanks to the combination of snow and long pants that ND necessitates.) I’m certain it’s the first of many more. He is quite a boy. He has one speed- pedal to the metal. And I love that energy! And for now, a little attention from mama, and he’s good to go. But I know someday, my hug and kiss won’t be enough. He’s going to face so many scrapes that he will have to navigate on his own.
But for now, he’s little. I’m gonna hug him, and kiss him, and cuddle those tears away. And
enjoy that I am all he needs. And pretend that will never change.