SnuggleBug
Davis has requested that I call him "SnuggleBug."
Seriously, he made this request. Who ever heard of a child making up his own
nickname? Does this mean that I don't get to call him "pumpkin" or "champ" or
whatever else my tired brain could come up
with?
I suspect it has something to do with the fact that every other sentence out of his mouth is "snuggle me, mama" Again, not kidding.
Davis and I are both early risers. Most mornings, he comes and gets me at the ungodly hour of 5:30 a.m. and I go into his bed for some quality morning snuggles.
If he happens to wake up after I leave for my morning run, he has a colossal fit and demands that I change back into my pajamas to get back into bed and snuggle him. (I do not do this - but it does not stop him from demanding.)
His incessant need for "snuggles" has even caused a redecoration of our house. We brought the 2nd queen size bed up from the basement guest room and put it in his room. I could no longer snuggle in a twin. Especially when Doug was out of town and the snuggling demands went up by a multiple of 10.
If I sit down, he immediately jumps in my lap. If I stand up, he runs to me and says "uppy, mama, uppy." (baby-talk and all.) He's almost 4! When Dana was his age, she was lucky if she got picked up once a month. (There was a newborn to deal with and all...)
This weekend, he was on my lap (surprise!) as I was reading the paper. I read the cover story of the NYTimes magazine:
http://www.nytimes.com/2006/07/23/magazine/23welfare.html?_r=1&oref=slogin
For some reason, this one hit me hard. I was crying so hard I was having to choke back sobs. It's all so unnecessary - no one wins. Not the children, not the mother, not the agency. The saddest part to me is how preventable it could be. If only we could get more people involved. The 4th D and I have been matched up for 10 years now through the Big Sisters Program. I'm on a one-woman crusade to get every single person I know involved in a hands-on mentoring program. There are so many good ones out there and they are desperate for committed volunteers. You can't change the world - but you can make an enormous difference in the world of one person. Not to mention the tremendous effect that one person will have on you. I shudder to think of how shallow and self-centered my world would be without the 4th D. (I have those tendencies, you see.)
OK, off my soapbox. She turns 16 in a month. When we met, she was 6. For some reason the 16th birthday has turned me a bit emotional. Where did the time go? I'm so very proud of her - she's grown up to be a remarkable young woman. But just yesterday, she was 6. I swear it was yesterday.
Anyway, as I was reading the NYTimes article and choking back the tears, Davis turned to me and said, "Mama, I think you need a snuggle now."
That's my SnuggleBug.
I suspect it has something to do with the fact that every other sentence out of his mouth is "snuggle me, mama" Again, not kidding.
Davis and I are both early risers. Most mornings, he comes and gets me at the ungodly hour of 5:30 a.m. and I go into his bed for some quality morning snuggles.
If he happens to wake up after I leave for my morning run, he has a colossal fit and demands that I change back into my pajamas to get back into bed and snuggle him. (I do not do this - but it does not stop him from demanding.)
His incessant need for "snuggles" has even caused a redecoration of our house. We brought the 2nd queen size bed up from the basement guest room and put it in his room. I could no longer snuggle in a twin. Especially when Doug was out of town and the snuggling demands went up by a multiple of 10.
If I sit down, he immediately jumps in my lap. If I stand up, he runs to me and says "uppy, mama, uppy." (baby-talk and all.) He's almost 4! When Dana was his age, she was lucky if she got picked up once a month. (There was a newborn to deal with and all...)
This weekend, he was on my lap (surprise!) as I was reading the paper. I read the cover story of the NYTimes magazine:
http://www.nytimes.com/2006/07/23/magazine/23welfare.html?_r=1&oref=slogin
For some reason, this one hit me hard. I was crying so hard I was having to choke back sobs. It's all so unnecessary - no one wins. Not the children, not the mother, not the agency. The saddest part to me is how preventable it could be. If only we could get more people involved. The 4th D and I have been matched up for 10 years now through the Big Sisters Program. I'm on a one-woman crusade to get every single person I know involved in a hands-on mentoring program. There are so many good ones out there and they are desperate for committed volunteers. You can't change the world - but you can make an enormous difference in the world of one person. Not to mention the tremendous effect that one person will have on you. I shudder to think of how shallow and self-centered my world would be without the 4th D. (I have those tendencies, you see.)
OK, off my soapbox. She turns 16 in a month. When we met, she was 6. For some reason the 16th birthday has turned me a bit emotional. Where did the time go? I'm so very proud of her - she's grown up to be a remarkable young woman. But just yesterday, she was 6. I swear it was yesterday.
Anyway, as I was reading the NYTimes article and choking back the tears, Davis turned to me and said, "Mama, I think you need a snuggle now."
That's my SnuggleBug.
Posted: Tue - July 25, 2006 at 09:30 PM
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