By Amy Shearn, REDBOOK
We recently acquired three potted peonies and placed them in a window, and they immediately captured my daughter's imagination to the point of taking on personas-the tall yellow one was the daddy, the medium-sized pink one was the mommy, and the smaller pink one was their baby. "Oooh, I love my baby son!" the mother-flower was crooning. "My sweet baby boy! We love our son!"
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Apparently someone around here is a slightly overly effusive toward the boy child. And I'm not talking about the drooping houseplant in the windowbox.
It's true. I croon love songs in my son Alton's face. I call him ridiculous pet names. I feed him out of my mouth. (Just kidding!) He's pretty into me, too. As my daughter (and Lola) would say, "I'm his favorite and his best." But you know what? Kate Stone Lombardi thinks it's okay too, and she just wrote a book called The Mama's Boy Myth: Why Keeping Our Sons Close Makes ThemRead More »from 5 Reasons Why It’s Okay If My Son is a Mama’s Boy