She has been ultra-clingy to me lately and it is not just because she has been sick for the last few days.
The clinginess has been going on for well over two weeks.
I read an article about how almost-two year olds do this…choose one parent to cling to.
I am the chosen one.
My husband doesn’t like it one bit.
He is jealous.
His “perfect princess” thinks Mommy is more perfect than Daddy.
I think it’s funny.
Except at bath time and snack time and bed time when she only wants me and no one else.
This makes it a bit difficult to pee alone and make food and sweep the crumb-covered floor.
But recent moments remind me…
Two hours awake in the middle of Thursday night until her fever broke, just she and I, her sweatiness wetting my shirt as I rubbed her back.
“Can I have a hug?” I asked of her yesterday morning.
She laid her head on my chest, hands stretched around my shoulders then looked up at me with a giant smile.
“Can I have another hug?”
A flash of grin and her forehead pushes into my neck, again.
I smell her hair, breathe her in.
This goes on for as long as she allows.
Hug? Smile. Snuggle. Hug? Smile. Snuggle. Hug? Smile. Snuggle.
I am going to enjoy being the chosen one.
After all, we have a ten year old daughter, too. I know exactly where this is headed.