EmilyRyantime; parenting

Making Out

So, I used this as my title post here.

But, it has a different meaning to me when it comes to these cheeks.


Both sets of cheeks above are ones I don’t think I could get sick of smooching on…

When I fell in love with Jason, I never imagined I could ever be in love with another man. Then I met Noah. Then I met Ryan. Of course my love for my sons is different than my love for Jason, but I have to say that meeting these two baby boys, and getting to hang out longer with the one pictured above, well, it’s melted my heart and stirred up lovely dovey feelings that I am so happy are there.

I love, love, love Emily! Having a daughter is a huge joy to my heart. But I’m a messed up woman and I hope and pray I don’t mess her up too much as a young girl. I’m using discretion of how much of my messed up journey I share with her and how much I shelter her from. Being a mom to a daughter is hard work. Maybe I only know this because it’s been more long term and I’m still in the honeymoon stage with Ryan, but either way, I wouldn’t trade being their mom for the world…I do know that.

Having a son, I probably could mess him up, too, but for now, I’m just busy making out with those chubby cheeks and super duper yummy pudgy wrists. Em wants me to think of a permanent nickname for Ryan, something that won’t embarrass him when he’s in junior high and high school.

Right now, nothing qualifies:

  • Little Lover
  • Love Bug
  • Sweet Baby
  • Cutie Pie, pronounced “Kew pie”
  • Yumminess

Yeah, Em’s like, “Mom, you can’t be all, ‘Hey, Little Lover, come here!’ in the grocery store when he’s 13!”

She’s right, but in the meantime, as long as my Peanut Butter will let me call her that, I’ll call Ry all the lovey names in the book.

My prayer is that Ry will be as in love with me as Em is with her sweet daddy…at least for a little while, a mom can dream 🙂

4 thoughts on “Making Out

  1. He’s so adorable. You are so going to love that mother/son relationship even more when he’s older. I’m like Heidi Jo, I have a 9-year-old who still loves to be with me. My big ol’ 19-year-old who towers above me at 6’5″ still comes up to me with a hug and lays his head on my shoulder.

  2. I’m not a super lovey dovey mommy, but my heart melts when my boys (almost 20 and 18 yr olds) have a soft moment and give me a hug, just because.

    Adrienne, I don’t think you need any tips. You have so much love. I’m sure Ryan will always give it back, even when he’s a teenager. Especially when he wants to use the car. 😉

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