The Boy at Almost 15 Months

What can I say? I have a mama's boy, and I love it. I relish in the fact that James loves his mother better than anyone else. It makes a mom feel good.

Alas, this sweet boy is growing up so fast. I love it. I hate it. How can I have conflicting feelings like that at the same time? I'm not quite sure, but I do.

I love quiet afternoons like this one, where Sariah is sleeping and James and I get some one-on-one time together. He is perfectly content to sit on my lap, and watch the birds out in the backyard. When I'm on the floor, he will run all around me and play with all of his toys. But every minute or so, he runs back at me with his arms wide open, and swoops in for a quick hug. It's almost as if he wants to make sure I am still there, and haven't gone anywhere. The reassurance of mothers is irreplaceable.

I love that I don't have to impress him. These pictures are my "just out of the shower with curls flopping all over the place." But he loves me, and them, regardless of how my curls are placed.




I love how James shares. He is so proud of things that he find, and thrusts his arm up to show you what he has found. This is especially funny when he has found something that he knows he is not supposed to have, such as a cell phone or his sister's blanket. He thinks he is so clever, and is radiant when he has defied a rule.



I love his quiet, solitary play. He loves to play by himself sometimes. I think it's because he can have whatever toys he wants and doesn't have to worry about sharing. He is very thoughtful - always deep in thought when looking at a book, watching the birds, or is trying to figure out his sister is doing. Very serious a lot of the time.




And, I love his silly faces. Mid-sentence pictures are always really funny.


Love you, best son! Excited to watch you grow and see what you choose to become. Just don't stop loving your Mama the way you do.