Last we we got a new dog to replace the one who died last month. We got a 8 month old boxer cross from a shelter.
Tonight, my youngest son (9 years old) came home from playing at a friends house much later than he is usually allowed to be out. When he came home, he had a quick snack and I sent him up to bed. But he sat on the couch and asked me to sit next to him. Normally I would have reminded him of his bed time and I sent him on his way. But not tonight. I decided I would sit with for a while.
I sat down on the couch and he laid with his head on my lap. He pulled my arm around him. (He said my arm was like a blanket.) About that time the new dog started rolling around on the floor with his rawhide bone. We both laughed watching the dog growling at his own tail. It was a nice moment that I was able to share with my son.
"You know, before long you will get older and won't want to snuggle with mom and dad anymore." I said.
"I don't see that happening." he replied without thinking about it.
After a more few minutes the dog was finished clowning and my son got up and headed up stairs to bed. I could not really decide how I felt. On the one hand, I felt even more boded with my son. On the other hand, I knew that before too long he would not be here will with all the time and I will not be there for him to cuddle with.
"Anxious and a longing sadness" That was his official diagnosis. On many levels he is right. I do not have a constant sadness. It comes and goes. I am hoping that when I am in the house by myself, I will not feel that way all the time.
For now I am going back to bed and hoping to sleep.