Tied to my apron strings no more
Max has always been Mama’s boy. I don’t mean it in a negative way; he’s just always preferred my company, and we’re more alike. But lately I’ve felt him slipping away. I knew it would come, but couldn’t prepare.
For my husband, it’s great. Max is more physical now, which means they wrestle and fight a lot while I look on over the book I’m reading. I don’t resent them spending more time together; I’m glad of it. I just feel a little…well, empty.
And in place of snuggling up with me, he’s arguing with me. The Hub and I recognize that it’s a power struggle, but it’s one I’m not interested in engaging. Today I took away his iPhone in an effort to show him that arguing relentlessly has consequences. He seemed to get it.
I feel like we’re already embarking on teendom, and I’m not ready. After all, he’s only 7!




