Beckett has developed such an adorable personality. It is so interesting to see how alike yet how different two little boys can be. He hasn’t quite grasped the concept that you can be friends with more than one person, so I am his friend more often than Daddy and Frank are. He’ll get really snuggly, give me a hug and say, “I your friend Mommy, I your friend.” Conversely, when he is upset with me about something he’ll say, “I not your friend Mommy, not ever, ever, ever, ever.” Fortunately I am his friend more often than I’m not.
The first time he said it was a few weeks ago. I was in a pretty lousy mood—tired, emotional, etc. I was putting the boys to bed and Frank said something that brought tears to my eyes. I was in Beck’s bed trying to get him to sleep and he noticed I was crying. He started to rub my back, which isn’t an easy thing for a two-year-old to do from a coordination standpoint, and kept saying over and over again, “I your friend Mommy, I your friend.” I cried all the more, but tears of pure joy for my sweet, sensitive, loving little boy.
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