On the rare chance that I got to spend some alone time with him, I fell in love with my youngest son (DS).
We were en route to pick up the new househelp that same night the yaya left (Related Post: Top 10 Yaya Answers). Not having a capable someone to leave DS with, I brought him along. The husband was adamant about not leaving DS with him. No, not him! I’d rather watch over DA who’s much older, can walk, talk, and understand instructions.
I must admit that sometimes those are the same reasons why I choose to go out with the older one and not bring DS along. When I do get to spend time with DS however, the older one is always in tow (there seems to be an invisible magnet between us). With them together, there’s always someone crying, someone shouting, and someone getting stressed. I always end up leaving DS to the yaya just to keep my sanity in check and to actually get some things done.
Last night however, I was finally able to spend some quality time with DS. The husband was able to successfully bribe DA into staying at home while mommy and DS go on a trip to the South. There was heavy traffic on the way so we got to spend a lot of uninterrupted time together. We laughed, we played, we “sang”, we “talked”, we bonded. Not overshadowed by his older brother, I saw and was awed by his own smarts. I didn’t realize that he was also funny and full of character. I’ve always thought him to be serious and nonchalant.
He must have also realized that he has got mommy all to himself because he seemed so much happier, so much more confident, and much less fussy. My folks were keen on it too when we met up that night. Wow! What happened? He seems to be in such a good mood! He agreed to walk with my brother when he would otherwise just cling to me. He was also all smiles and all waves to everyone. Wowza!
DS was still in high spirits when we got home late that night. I couldn’t contain my happiness as well. Before falling asleep, an important realization dawned on me. The boys (and the grown man) actually want, nay, need my undivided time and attention to each of them separately. A date with me, if you must. While it may be necessary to do things together as a family, I reckon that it is equally essential to spend time alone with each of them – to talk to, to listen to, to get to know, to bond with, and to fall in love with each of them all over again.
Now if only there were three of me… 🙂