[For my baby who turns three tomorrow, and for my mother, who's baby I will always be.]
“Your son has started sucking him thumb at school”, I was told. “Is there a problem at home?”
I knew there wasn’t, but I asked him still. He was just scared of turning three. Nervous about officially becoming a ‘big boy’. Anxious about giving up ‘baby privileges’. Worried about whether I would continue hugging him as I did.
“Sometimes I want to be a baby”, he said.
You are a baby, my son. You can be a baby as long as you like. Even when you have babies of your own, you can still come and snuggle up to me.
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