Simply because I need to, we need to bond a little more because I believe there will come a time that he will no longer join me in my visits to the mall, he will already have friends whom he would go out with, and there will come a time that my hands will no longer be the hands that he will hold.
There are times we go out, especially after office hours, I would call him up and ask him if he has vacant time for me. I am this woman who will ask him if he wants to eat something, if he has something he wants and I will buy it for him. I am his woman.
I will always ask him if he is okay, and if he has problems, he could tell me. I would always ask him if he has anything he wants to talk about, then my ears are always there for him. I would tell him not to bother thinking about worrisome things because I will try to provide.
There are times when he no longer has time to join me in my walks, no time to join me in doing the grocery. He would rather have his phone ready, and then remain online, and be with the company of his friends. And I would get jealous.
I would get jealous but I have no way of telling him that I am. And so during times that he says YES to my invitations, I grab the opportunity to be with him, alone with him, have fun with him over snacks, and he would tell me stories.
These are just small dates with my man other than my husband. I always see to it that we get to bond because I am only counting the days that he will be calling my name as often as he would. Maybe soon, he will only call me when he needs money, or when he needs my signature, or my affirmation. He will have the mind to decide on his own without consulting me. There will come a time that will no longer have to ask for my advice anymore. There will come a time that he will have his own trips to the mall, or trips with his friends, and I will be set aside.
My son is growing up so fast. I can feel the change now. I remember those times when he was little and he would never go elsewhere without having to hold my hands, but now, he evades my arm over his shoulders. He gets to shake off my hand whenever I slip it into his. My son is growing up to be a big man that is why I make most of the time that he still wants me to be there for him. I enjoy our dates after class because that's when I can only be with him, and he can tell me stories about school.
Time flies so fast that when you are a mother, you easily get jealous of the people surrounding the people you love because you feel ignored. Am I just being too possessive or what, because I surely feel that way sometimes. But yes, I am a MOM that's why I fancy the times that my son and I get to bond with each other, even without his dad. After all, he is the one man I love, next to my husband.
And, he's turning Grade 8 in June... he's slowly becoming the good man that I want him to be. And I am happy that he is.
Oh Kuya, grow up slowly will yah? In a good way?