He's Mine

“Hey Mom.”  Yes, sweet boy of mine, precious child that I carried for 9 months and have changed countless diapers for, wakened almost every night of his life for kisses and snuggles and something to drink.  Child that I clothe and bathe and do my best to brush the teeth of.  Sweet little boy that I am crazy about, who melts me to mush with his smile and sparkle in his eye.  Yes, my boy - what is it?

“Hey, Mom, I just Daddy’s boy.”  

He goes about playing with his cars as though he didn’t just shatter my world.  Just wanted to remind me who he wants to be associated with, who he wants to belong to, and who hold his heart.  

Truth is, he didn’t just shatter my world.  I understand that he is proud of his father, as he should be.  He talks about “Mine Daddy.”  My Daddy feeds me.  Mine Daddy needs me.  Mine Daddy SO strong, just like me.  I miss mine Daddy.  That Daddy’s helicopter.  Mine Daddy’s.  Mine Daddy has BIG truck.  Mine Daddy.  Mine Daddy.  

So to the one and only, wonderful father, man that my son looks to for everything.  

Thank you for being his constant, the one he can trust, and the one he knows is his.  

But still - I claim him, too.