Sometimes, when I look at Ekiel, I wonder if he is happy. I wonder if my approach in motherhood is right. Or wrong.
Is Ekiel too young to understand the reality of life? That we don’t always get what we want?
Was I too worried about our financial that my son thinks a 40cent worth of snack is a luxury?
What am I going to tell him when he asks me what a ‘daddy’ is? I kinda freak out the other day when his homework is to write ‘I have a father and a mother’.
My parents have hinted many times that Ekiel should be sleeping on his own. I know he should but honestly, I am reluctant to do so. I worry I will miss him. Miss our morning chat and night conversation.
I worry he won’t need me anymore.
He is my reason for being grounded and sane the past six years.
This ‘change’ is inevitable no? I need to spread my wings and let go.
I just wish it would not be this hard.
Happy 6th Birthday Ezekiel.
I am happy to see you having a blast. It was indeed your best birthday ever.