It’s all happening too fast.
One minute, he’s my baby.
The next minute, he’s my young man.
He used to cry for me, and I was the only one who could calm him down.
He used to call me Mamma.
Then one day, he decided he was too old for that, and my name suddenly changed to Mom.
He used to hug me tightly.
Now, I barely get a hug, and when I do, it’s with one arm extended as far away as possible from his body.
We used to talk about everything, and joke around and be silly for hours.
Now, I’m apparently “so immature”.
I used to get hugs and kisses and an enthusiastic “I love you”.
Now, I’m told to “get out” of his room.
I won’t lie, I’m hurt. I feel like my heart’s been crushed.
Where did my little boy go? And who is this imposter that he’s been replaced by?
The apron strings are beyond stretched. They’re frayed and on the verge of snapping.
I’m not enjoying this phase of life.
Not. one. bit.