Poor Little Old Man

Tonight as we were getting ready for prayers, 12-yr-old DS moaned as he settled down beside me.

His comment? "Man, I'm getting old!"

He doesn't know what he's in for!

Of course, my little "old man" was not too old for a snuggle earlier in the evening. He came into the office where I was futzing on the computer and asked, "Would you like a hug, Mom?"

I said sure, and he proceeded to spend about 1/2 hour snuggling on my lap, head on my shoulder, asking me to rub his back or play with his hair. And taking deep sniffs of my hair... not sure what's up with that, but he's been doing it off and on for a while. Hey, if it makes my little RADish feel safe, who am I to quibble!

I am blessed by these quiet moments - it's times like this that I have so much more hope for a rage-free future. There are no guarantees, but every I think every bit of bonding is a move in the right direction.