hair

When my boys were little, they always had a fascination with my long hair. They liked brushing it, trying to put ponytails into it, or just making horrible knots by twisting the brush through it.

Alex still does this at 7. Occasionally, Zack will want a turn when he sees Alex brushing my hair. He is almost 11.

Tonight Caleb, my 12 yo, sat behind me and brushed my hair. It was sweet and unexpected. He's struggling and needs some additional attention like the others do. I think it's more difficult for him to express this extra need, as he is the "oldest" and all.

This was, in my opinion, a chance to just sit and connect with mom without having to snuggle or hug or any of those "kid" things.

It's these little things that make me know I'm doing something right. That they feel comfortable enough to talk with me and touch.

Mom's of daughters may not go through this quite as much as we boy mom's do. I don't know. What I do know is that it's been a long time since Caleb wanted to sit that close.

I love that I will have a greater hand in the men that my sons become now. I love that anger and fighting doesn't rule this home any longer. I love that affection isn't scoffed at. I love that my sons can love their mom and not be intimidated to do so.

They are and will remain exceptional in my eyes.

I am proud of them every day.