"I'm your kissy-bear, right mama?" he asked me, glowing with pride and a huge smile, immediately after coming up with the phrase all on his own.
It was inevitable, I suppose, since I'm a hands-on, affectionate person. I'm secretly relieved that it hasn't blown up in my face yet and that my son still savors all of the physical touch, doting, and love I shower upon him. When I think about our tender, close mother-son connection, I don't think about whether this means I'm raising a mama's boy.
I just think (and hope), that perhaps I'm raising a good human. A sweet and sensitive one, an emotionally-developed and confident one who will one day shower endlessRead More »from You Bet I’m Raising a Mama’s Boy (Otherwise Known as a Good Human)