One Last Snuggle

It started around when he was 16 months old, and I keep expecting it will stop even if I don't want it to end. He only stands up and reaches up for one last snuggle every once in awhile now. Yet, every time he does, I will pick him up because I know these moments won't last forever.

What are those moments for you?

In reality, it probably started a bit sooner, but not with wanting a hug. I would put my son down in his crib and he would immediately pop up and try to give me all of his stuffed animals as tokens of his affection. If I tried to lay down on the floor by his crib to help him become calmer and get him to lay down himself, he would merely drop the animals on top of me. So I resorted to putting him down and then sneaking out as quickly as I could. This was to no avail because he would reach out his little arms for me and just seem to want one more hug, then he would be fine and lay down contently. So the tradition began of one last snuggle.

While this isn't a typical post for me, it's something I wanted to write down to remember forever. A sweet tradition and bond that formed deeper with each embrace. This is just a reminder to myself of these sweet snuggles and an encouragement to you to savor the small moments. Everyone tells you they will pass by in a flash. I know they will, so I'm squeezing him just a little tighter and letting him stay in my arms a little longer than maybe I should for now because I know that the moment I blink and open my eyes again, it may be the last hug before he goes to college, or a mother-son dance at his wedding...

Enjoy the sweet moments and keep making memories that last with your children!