Crazy in Love

I am a typical mother, who gives the child relatively a lot of freedom. The freedom I meant is I let my son do what he wants to do. I let him touch, I let him walk, I let him climb, I let him explore.

But my little sunshine is a type of baby, who is afraid of nothing. And I mean: NOTHING at all. He can easily attached to other people, even unknown people. That is why, for us the parents, he needs more attention than any other kids in my environment.

It tears my heart into pieces, when I read or saw a child is being abused, hurt or even die. I can't help myself but imagining that could happen to my son. I  can't imagine a life without him. I totally crazy in love with this little energy bundle. And if I am being welcomed from work by that walking smiling face with his small steps wants to be hugged, it is really a feeling to die for.

And when he is asleep, I always hold his hands. I am afraid, that if I ever let this little hand go, he could be gone. It is absurd, I know. But I just can't help thinking about it. 

Children are just "borrowed" to us. And if we can handle a borrowed book or a borrowed dvd with care, why couldn't we do it with the most precious "borrowed" gift from God?