JJ has never been clingy, apart from when we have food that he's interested in. Is this case, he stands at your feet like a puppy, whimpering until you give him something. I could imagine that this is a sign of love for me, but, in fact, it's a sign that he just loves food.
In the last month or so, JJ has figured out that I am a pretty important person in his life. He now cries and holds on to me with all of his might when I leave him at the baby-sitter's. This only happens once or twice a week. He knows I'm leaving from the get go. He sits on my lap, wraps his little arms around me and cries. It kills me every time. I know that when I leave and he get the chance to settle down, he has a great time there, playing with Katie and the other kids, but that initial separation is enough for me to call up my office and tell them that I will not be able to make it that day. I love and hate it all at once. I don't want to leave him and I feel terrible, but I love that he misses and needs me (finally!).
In a few years he will have friends of his own and will not want to be around me as much, and I will be the one clinging to him, crying as he walks out the door.
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