One of the things I was always told when I found out I was expecting O was that little boys adore their Mummies, and how affectionate and loving they are. They weren’t kidding! My son has always been one for the cuddles and as he has got older the hugs and kisses have kept coming. Quite often we will be sat playing and he will pipe up out of nowhere, “Mummy, I love you.”
He is, without doubt, a Mummy’s boy. My husband works quite long hours and a lot of the time it is just me and O. Whilst I get the best of him, I’m also the one who bears the brunt when he’s in a sulk or not happy about something, and the one to talk him round and out of it.
O has always been a good talker but in recent months he has turned into a real chatterbox. Car journeys in a morning and after work are filled with questions and observations from my inquisitive four year old, I sometimes wonder what thoughts are running around in his head.
But sometimes he will say something which will almost bring me to tears with his sweetness and innocence. A comment that melts my heart and makes me want to keep him this age forever.
As we were driving home from nursery this week we were having our normal chat about our day. Suddenly he came out with, “Mummy, when I grow up, I’m going to marry you…because I love you.”
Maybe I should have told him that this wasn’t possible, that little boys don’t marry their Mummies, that I was already married to his Daddy, but he’ll figure all that out for himself soon enough. In a few years he’ll probably be cringing that I can even remember that he once told me that, and in the even longer future there will one day be another woman who he wants to say that to and a woman who will be his wife.
But right now, at just turned 4, I’m happy to be the favourite woman in his world. And so I answered…
“Okay sweetheart, I love you too.”