Dragging his feet, my son approached my side, “Mom, I need to charge my batteries.”
“Do you know how I charge my batteries? I charge them with hugs.” Oh, sweet child, how pure can you be? Phone down. Big boy up on my lap. Skinny arms around my neck. Me too…me too….it’s just sometimes I forget.
“Let’s go snuggle, Mom!” It’s almost his favorite thing. Jump in bed, little light on, teddy bear tucked under an arm, I slide in too.
“Does this charge your batteries too?” I ask as I admire his little boy hair.
“Oh yes, Mom. This really charges my batteries. Just like hugging, only better.” Okay…I get it. I get the clinginess all day that drove me nuts. I’ll stay…I want to stay. It’s so past your bedtime but what does that matter? Just a little bit more. We both need charging.