The Melt

There are certain pictures of both Jake and Nate that just melt my heart… a phrase that seems particularly overused in the female social media sphere.  I’ve never seen a guy I know post a comment like, “Oh, my heart melts.”  I bet Jerry Seinfeld could do miraculous things with that little observation.  In any case, the metaphor is just so apt.

And when I spend a lot of time with my boys, I just can’t help but attempt to cradle them with their long, gangly limbs and their sharp knees and elbows.  If I touch foreheads with Jakey, I get the perfect view of his face that takes him back to his two-year-old self.  It’s like when I put hats on them both.  Something about covering-up their hair that transports their faces back to when they were bald, pint-sized pipsqueaks.

Recently Nate’s been trying to comfort me in my inevitable and cliché realization that they’re growing-up too fast.  He consoles me by saying, “Mommy, I’m always Baby Nate.  I am Baby Nate because I’m Nate.”

And I say, “Yes, I know.”

And then he says, “And you’ll always be Baby Mama…”

“MmmHmmm…”

“…and Daddy is always Baby Daddy.”

 

JJ

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What I still see when we touch foreheads…

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