More was essentially Hudson’s first word. After months of showing him the sign, I will never forget how excited I was that he signed it back to me. Hence, it was the first concept I knew he understood.
Hudson still daily asks for more. The change is now he says the word, rather than signs it, and now he asks for more of the things I can not give him.
More airplanes (in the sky)?
More sirens (from a working firetruck)?
More fireworks (boom boom)?
More “emi” (semis traveling down the road)?
More bunny (living in our bushes)?
And I love it. Not, obviously, the fact that I can not meet his every demand. Frankly, that part is pretty heartbreaking. Especially when he asks for more so genuinely and sweetly, grabbing my face with both hands.
Rather I love the simple fact that my son thinks I control the sun, moon, and stars. All too soon is the reality that our parents can be our everything, but they can not control everything.
2 comments:
Very sweet!!
Great post! Lovin some Hudson in those boxers.
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