Adventures in Mommyland – No Other Love

IMG_0598My son turned 24 this month. Woohoo! Me, the single mom, raised a man. Not too long ago, I watched him complete a business transaction. He initiated the closing handshake with a mechanic after his car was repaired. I don’t know… something about that handshake made me extremely proud.

I remember when he first learned about the “handshake.” He was a little over a year old and I have Sesame Street to thank.

During one particular episode my son and I were watching, Big Bird reached out and shook another character’s hand (or paw, whichever the case). Must’ve been something about that interaction that struck my ‘lil guy because he came over to me at the kitchen sink and dutifully reached out to shake my hand. Of course, it was an interaction we had to repeat often throughout the day. Through the years we worked on his handshake, making sure it was firm, and accompanied with confident eye contact; a professional man’s handshake.

Watching that handshake he gave as an adult took me back to that moment some 20 years ago. There have been many moments in our 24 years together that stick in my mind like Elmer’s glue for an elementary school project that gets tucked away in the “keep-sake box”.

Moments…

Understanding God at 4 years old…

“Mommy, when you drink water does it drip on God’s head?”

“Huh? What do you mean?”

“You know, if God lives inside you, when you drink water, does it drip on His head?”

(Giggling…) “Oh! Well, what He lives inside you means…” (Blank stare from the son). “No, honey. It doesn’t drip on His head.”

One last cup at 2…

A warm cup of milk right before bed was his favorite thing, and he always wanted more.

“Mommy, can I just have one more slice of milk, please?”

 Moments that define

Starting at the age of two and a half and several years thereafter, my son had to leave me for long periods to spend time with his father (my, now ex-husband) whom I left just before my son’s second birthday.

Those times were very stressful for me, as contact with him was extremely limited. That’s when I wrote love poems for my son. This poem is one of them.

No Other Love

Little Jay pisthe kind

that

wakes you first thing

in the morning

and cries for you

at night

whose

company you crave

when you’re at work

and miss

when he’s asleep

 

This is a sample of the poem. Hear the full poem here, when you get a chance.

Being his mom has been the greatest adventure of my life, and I wouldn’t trade it for anything.

 

© Andrea Daniel 2014

6 Comments
  1. Its so beautiful that you have such vivid memories to reflect on. Your writing makes your memories and your closeness real for us readers.

    • Aw, thank you Shannyn. I’m glad it comes through clearly for you.

  2. Andi, this is absolutely beautiful!
    It touches the HEART, MIND, and SOUL!!!

    • Thank you so much, Petronia. I’m glad you read it.

  3. I wish there was a like button, love this!

    • Hi Jennifer,

      Lol! Thank you so much. I’m glad you like it.

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