I write posts for many reasons, but mostly because I want my kids to be able to look back one day and relive their childhood. I want them to read all these experience and feel how much I love them.
And that's what this post is about. Feeling love.
I was helping in Ben's class yesterday. I was standing across the room swapping out their books in a bag. Ben's seat is across the room and his back is to me. I'm working away and I stop for a moment. I can feel him staring at me.
I look up and our eyes meet. He holds my gaze. I give him a small smile and he smiles back. He then turned around and kept working. It was a tiny moment, only a few seconds really. But I could feel how much he loves me.
Later that night, I asked Ben about that moment and what he was thinking. After a little blushing, he said he thought I was pretty and he loves me. How sweet is that?
Ben's first love is me, his Mom. And Emily's is her Daddy. Still at 9 years old, she thinks the sun rises and sets with her Dad. We are their first loves and I think that's exactly how it should be.