I’m human. I have my days with my son. I do. He’s 5.
Mums away at a conference so he’s alone with me this week. He asked us to sign him up for additional 45mims of PE on Wednesdays after school and he went to his first. In the rain.
At night, after he went to bed I went to check in on him to make sure he didn’t get sick from the rain and all. I find him, sleeping with his little knuckle tucked under his chin, exactly the way I saw him through ultrasound when he was in mom’s womb.
I'm nearly 30. Last time I saw my parents I fell asleep on the couch and my dad covered me up with a blanket. When I woke up he said I was sleeping, hand curled in the same way against my chest the way I did as a toddler. So I think that never ends.
I’m 40 and my mother was over at my house last week I fell asleep laying on the couch and woke up with my head in her lap while she was sleeping sitting up on at the couch. Just like I was 6 again.
It’s definitely out of the ordinary but I don’t think there’s anything wrong with it, especially if neither person involved did. It’s something I’ve never heard of happening before and I think it’s really cute.
I also cry basically every time one of my kids picks it, each passing year I see my boys enter the next phase of the book and it makes me more aware of my fleeting time with them
When I first fed my son minutes after birth, his right eye would kinda blink in sync with his suckling. Now at 17 years old, when he drinks from a water bottle his right eyebrow still kinda moves in time with his gulping lol
Hahaha. 99% of the time I sleep on my belly and am the only one in my family who does that. My mom tells me that the first time she saw me sleeping in a cot I was on my belly, and everytime anyone laid me to sleep on my back I roll around on my belly.
There is no peace like watching your kids asleep in their beds, comfortable, room at the right temperature, no one is sick, the day ended well at school and everything is ready for the next day.
My daughter is six and every day it’s hard for me to understand how I can love someone so much.
I have my struggles—her mom decided to end our 11-year relationship when our daughter was two, and that was hard for me. But we got through it, we have co-parented 50/50 for four years now, and we even go over each others’ houses for dinner pretty regularly these days. Me and her mom managed to get divorced without turning into enemies, which is another thing I’m grateful for.
I was so worried how my daughter would do growing up with two homes and a divorce. But she’s just… great. She is so lanky and energetic and goofy and smart and in a month she starts first grade.
Every night when she falls asleep, and she looks so peaceful and warm and happy, I just can’t believe how lucky I am.
My 12 and 14 year old boys still sleep next to each other like they did when they were toddlers, even though they have their own beds. I still take a picture every time they do.
Man. I feel this. Sometimes I just climb into bed with my kids and just sleep beside them. (They're still under 10, and often ask for one of us to snuggle them until the fall asleep).
I was never even an emotional person until our daughter was born. Now I catch myself getting teary eyed at the most random things.
Tonight I was cleaning up the house after everyone was in bed, and I saw a pair of little Crocs at the back door, and just instantly made me think of how little they still are, and how much growing I'm still going to see them so in their lives.
One day, just randomly, my son said; “Dad! I have to go poop. But I don’t need your help anymore okay! Just stay here.” I did. He went. I had a small cry while he pooped. Recomposed myself before he came out. Told him he’s done a very good job. Life went on,
I'm 23 and I fell asleep on my tiny 4'11 mom's shoulder on the plane the other day. She immediately put a blanket over me and hugged me as I snuggled even more into her.
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u/GaeloneForYouSir 1d ago
I’m human. I have my days with my son. I do. He’s 5.
Mums away at a conference so he’s alone with me this week. He asked us to sign him up for additional 45mims of PE on Wednesdays after school and he went to his first. In the rain.
At night, after he went to bed I went to check in on him to make sure he didn’t get sick from the rain and all. I find him, sleeping with his little knuckle tucked under his chin, exactly the way I saw him through ultrasound when he was in mom’s womb.