This morning, my son and I had a tension conversation but everything was under control. On the way to school, I asked him “Hold my hand!” [as usually] and he replied “No mommy, I am not a baby anymore, I am a big boy and I can walk myself” then I was speechless.
When we were crossing the road at bunnerong/gardeners road intersection, I automatically hold his hand but he refused and taught me: “Mommy, it’s just a small road, I can cross the road myself” then “that’s the bigger road, you can hold my hand now”.
He is indeed a big boy now, physically and mentally. But for me, he is my baby I am worrying all the times. Although I know he is fine. I am silly loving mommy.
I love you, Ahnaf...
