Sunday Night with Anne Badger

When you think sweet 16, you usually think of someone turning 16, or maybe the College Basketball playoffs.  And those are both good things.

However, my favorite new definition for those two words is summed up in a little story….

Every morning, before school, I go into wake up my 6 year old son.  He’s a good sleeper, and appreciates the value of someone waking him rather than an alarm clock.  So I go in and scratch his little back, kiss his neck, tell him it is time to get up.  Sometimes it takes me drawing pictures on his back and having him guess what it is to wake him.  That is one of his favorite things!

But my favorite moment, bar none, of the morning is when I tell him I need a backpack.  He gets on my back and I give him a piggy back ride downstairs. 

We have 16 steps in our house.  Each time I step down with him on my back, he kisses my shoulder. 

I was talking to a friend from college today about how incredible the love between a mother and son is.  Don’t misunderstand me, I love my husband…however, I discovered a new meaning to the word love when my son was born.

He’s getting to that age where he doesn’t want to kiss me or hug me anymore, so that first event of the day becomes a huge deposit in my memory bank.  And I like to think that it makes his day alot better than the annoying beep on his Superman alarm clock.