We were on the way into the Y-care at YaYa’s school when YaYa stopped suddenly. He held his arms open wide for quick embrace. With his head buried deep into me, he held on tight not worrying who might see us. A year ago this would have never happened. But now days, YaYa takes his hugs when and where ever he wants and without regard to who might be looking. He holds on tight as if it will be the last time.
I let him hold on as long as he needs to. The hug helps me too. There aren’t any guarantees that I will be around until he is raising his own kids, but that is my plan. I will do what I can to make it so and take action just in case.
On Monday, I paid a visit to an attorney to discuss the contents for my will. The process of thinking about your own mortality, and what you would want to happen “if this”, and “if that,” were to happen is a little scary. It is important though – especially where the kids are involved.
The hug ends. As a plus, we weren’t even seen. I tell YaYa that I love him and he returns the gesture. In addition to the hug, I get a kiss – because I no longer wear lipstick that comes off on BIG (little) boy’s cheeks.