Is Flashback Friday still a thing? I occasionally see a Throwback Thursday in my Facebook feed, but haven’t seen Flashback Friday lately, so maybe that one’s out the window now — an old school meme even. Maybe one day soon we’ll be saying, “I remember back in the day when we did Flashback Fridays and not these newfangled Memory Mondays the kids are into now.”
So, yes, this post is going to take us back in time a little — back in Little Man time. (In all fairness, so do some of the other posts, but for the sake of opening paragraphs and all that, we’ll just ignore that.)
Kids know a lot about love. They love their toys, marshmallows (yeah, I’m looking at you, Baby Girl, as if you can read this), and the godawful Power Rangers. They also know about loving their daddies and mommies and sometimes their siblings. They even know a little bit about marriage, as you’ll read about tomorrow.
Both of my kids love me. Baby Girl’s love sometimes crosses the line between doting daughter and obsessive stalker, and Little Man has mostly thought that I’m the most awesome person ever. They’re also both pretty open about the fact that they love me the most. (Poor husband.) Baby Girl currently tells us that she loves me “this big” (arms spread wide) and my husband “this big” (pointer fingers spaced about an inch apart). Little Man tries to be more diplomatic now, but those last-second changes to add his dad’s name to cards that profess how much he loves me aren’t fooling anyone.
For today’s #AtoZ doodles, we’ll step back to when Little Man was 4 and 6. (And we’ll also have a quick cry over realizing that one of these was half a lifetime ago and the other was before Baby Girl was born.)
The first one, at age four, occurred one night when I was tucking in Little Man. I told him how much I loved him, but apparently it wasn’t enough.
And in this one, a six-year-old LM had just given me a letter saying how much he loves me when things got morbid.
He has quite a way with words.