A cjane post

This story was posted a few days ago by cjane...

I am more convinced of my personal theory about having sons. A boy needs to be constantly in love. If he can't be in love with his mother, he'll find someone or something else to captivate his admiration. I hope to be The Chief's (her baby boy) one true love until he is at least thirty.

When he finds a woman good enough (que impossible!) I will give back his heart so that he can gift it to her. Please bless that day will be slow in coming . . .Of course I am finding out that the other part of my theory is that the mother falls just as hard for her son. People ask all the time about what is wrapped around The Chief's finger. It's me. Oh boy, it's me

And now I am in the same position with Mr. Oliver (her nephew who she is tending to while her sister recovers from being severly burned in a plane crash). I even watched Chicken Little with him twice yesterday. Cuddling too. Plus, I let him put honey on whatever he deems necessary and don't say a word about how many paper cups he disposes of in one hour's time. He just calls out "COURT-NAY!" and I am off kicking up dust at his command. I kiss his wounds, I tickle his belly and aid in his Buzz-to-Spidey costume changes twelve million times a day. The dude is my fella.

So tonight as we sat in the hallway opening up letters and packages from sweet friends (thank you so much!) I noticed that Claire had a special letter from her school class in Mesa. Attached to the card was a picture of Claire, Steph, Jane, Ollie, and Gigs-in-a-stroller on what looked like the first day of school. We all clamored to see it. (Any photo of Stephanie and Christian is a hot commodity around here. We like to stare.) I noticed that when Ollie was allowed a look his eyes lit up like Paris in July.Then the biggest smile.Then a little laugh.He turned his head slightly towards his shoulder, all-the-while staring at the photo."That's my mom." He said to me pointing at his beautiful mother.

My heart sunk a little.The boy obviously has the hots for someone else. I mean, totally enamored with the gorgeous brunette bombshell. Hair pulled back. Sunglasses draped over the lip of her shirt. Huge smile, rounded cheeks.I watched him stare for awhile with his lovey-dovey eyes and beaming visage. Here was the woman of his dreams, his first great love.I never even had a chance.

End of her story..

I so feel this way about my boys. I know without a doubt that I hold their hearts right now. I eat up the fact that their love for me shines through there eyes and emanates in every move they make around me. But here's the hard part, I'm not so sure I can give that heart back someday. I suppose when the time comes I'll be able to put my own selfishness aside and do what's right for my boys because after all I do love them so and I want what's best for them and by then I
will have faced the fact that giving their heart way is what's best for them. It's what makes a marriage work. My husband's heart belongs to me and I'm grateful that his mother gave it back to him and very grateful (more than I could find the words to say) that Jesse decided that he would give his heart to me.

Believe it or not, my prayers started not long after my boys were born that I could let go someday. It's a prayer I say every night. I want my kids (both my boys and my girls) to be able to say that their mom not only gave them roots, but that I also gave them wings.

Least you think I don't feel the same love toward my girls, I'll share my theory about girls. I believe a part of a girl's heart always belongs to her mom. I don't believe this effects her relationships with others in anyway, I simply believe that a girl, who is raised and nurtured at her mothers feet, naturally and without insult to her future companion saves a space in her heart that solely belongs to her mom.