I am my son's girlfirend / Soy la novia de mi hijo

"My Mommy is my girlfriend." That's my 6 year old son saying it to my ex-husband during our morning date watching Prince of Persia The sands of Time. It was stated in such a manner that a few eyebrows - apart from their father's, were raised in surprise.

You see, to say that you're the kid's girlfriend, and you being the mom, has a LOT of notes. One, incest. Two, the ideas that I may be putting into my son's very young mind. Three, what kind of influence I have over him to make him say such words.

Okay: I admit to these. That I may have put some ideas into his head. But note: I never coached him. When asked by the dad as to who told him that all my sin could say was That's what my brain told me.

I never hide anything from him, or from his two older brothers. We sleep together in a big bed, all four of us, we take baths together (90 minutes long), and watch movies together and other activities. And I also make them into my confidants. Like I said, I never hide from my kids.

So upon hearing those words, I smiled.

And I kissed him smack on the lips.

And I appreciate the fact that as long as he's like this I'll e his only love, his only woman. When he grows up and finds someone, that someone will be the girlfriend, enjoying his kisses, his hugs, his company.

Till then, I enjoy whatever I can get from him. I want to keep those moments. For these moments are very rare, like precious gems. I could never get them back once lost.
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'Mi Mamá es mi novia.' Esto es mi hijo de 6 años que lo dice a mi ex-marido durante nuestra fecha de mañana mirando al Príncipe de Persia la playa de Tiempo. Fue declarado en tal manera que unas cejas - aparte de su padre, fueron levantados en la sorpresa.

Usted ve, decir que usted es la novia del niño, y usted siendo la mamá, tiene muchas notas. Un, incesto. Dos, las ideas que puedo poner en la mente muy joven de mi hijo. Tres, que tipo de influencia tengo sobre él para hacerlo decir tales palabras.

Bien: me confieso culpables de éstos. Que yo pueda haber puesto algunas ideas en su cabeza. Pero nota: nunca lo entrené. Cuando preguntado por el papá en cuanto a quién le dijo que todo mi pecado podría decir era Esto es lo que mi cerebro me dijo.

Nunca escondo nada de él, o de sus dos hermanos mayores. Dormimos juntos en una cama grande, todos los cuatro de nosotros, tomamos baños juntos (90 minutos de largo), y miramos películas juntos y otras actividades. Y también los hago en mis confidentes. Como dije, nunca me escondo de mis niños.

Tan para oír aquellas palabras, sonreí.

Y lo besé golpe a los labios.

Y aprecio el hecho que mientras él parece a este voy a e su único amor, su única mujer. Cuando él crece y encuentra alguien, que alguien será la novia, disfrutando de sus besos, sus abrazos, su compañía.

Hasta entonces, disfruto de lo que puedo conseguir de él. Quiero conservarme aquellos momentos. Ya que estos momentos son muy raros, como gemas preciosas. Yo nunca podía recuperarlos una vez perdido.

Life being unappreciated

Crying really doesn't help any...

It only makes the pain worse, like taking pain medication and being dependent on it.

My Life is but a sorry state, if one can view it as such.

I refuse to look at my old pics, for I see the face I once had. I now learned the hard way to appreciate what one has... a plain yet pretty unmarked face. Now I bore the marks of a vehicle accident that nearly took away my sight as well as the life of my unborn child.

I live in a dismal setup wherein my folks now are bordering into being senile. My dad is going into male menopause, and really it's hard to adjust to one who flings from being a giddy schoolboy to a rotten man who does nothing BUT complain.

IN years of living with them, I've never felt being appreciated.

I think that's what's wrong with this. Even a simple gesture of appreciation is missed out.

At work, I feel it. I'm appreciated by being given tasks, mundane as it is, but I stay in it nevertheless, for I feel that appreciation.

At home, only my kids show it.

Not my folks.

I'm tucking in my kids now. Promise: to make them feel loved, appreciated.