An Intimate Moment with My Man

By Molly Bice-Jackson - 1:47 PM



It was a beautiful winter's night. I was warm and snug in my jammies, anxious to crawl in bed and finally finish the book Unbroken then move on to another episode of Friday Night Lights (I'm halfway through the first season--my sister is the one who told me I should watch it. I'm hooked).

As I was farting around trying to finish my mundane bedtime tasks, a darling little voice floated from my son's room--"You go to sleep with me, mommy?"

I'm not gonna lie, it took me a moment to think through what was about to happen. I was going to give up my precious "me" time at the end of a tiring day (quiet time with a book! A television show that takes me out of my head) and try to cuddle with a squirmy 3 yr. old who will inevitably try to convince me to go make him a milkshake or bring chocolate or pretzels to bed. He'll want me to read him a book even though daddy already read him three. Then he'll want me to read him another one. And another. He'll jump on me and steal my covers.

Or so I thought.

I crept into his room and slid in bed next to him. Those lips! Those eyes! Those eyelashes! He is amazing to me. He rolled over and put his arm around me. He looked into my eyes and whispered, "I love you, Mommy." Then he softly touched my eyes, drawing them closed and said, "Go to sleep, Mommy." And then my friends--- he sang to me. He sang to me while he stroked my hair and my face. Starting at the crown of my head, slowly and gently making his way to the ends of my hair with those chubby little hands of his. This went on for about 5 minutes straight. I honestly thought my cardiac muscle would combust into a million pieces of glitter and my soul would float into paradise. I.Was.In.Heaven.

I couldn't cry or laugh or move. I was so completely engrossed in the present moment and my mind and soul were completely at one. Everything was clear and sweet and simple and wonderful. My life was perfectly aligned and I was in a state of pure bliss.

My Peter boy, my little man--he has been so amazing lately. He is growing up and calming down. He is understanding rules and consequences and learning how to make good choices. Someone once told my husband that 4 is the best age. I believe it. I'm so happy as a mom lately I hardly know what to do with myself. I never knew I could be this happy as a mother.

And that's the story of the intimate moment with my man. I don't want to forget it. I love my Peter boy. Oh, how I love him! Unbroken and Friday Night Lights can't hold a candle to the love of my baby boy. I'm so glad I made that choice.

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  1. I have never commented before but feel compelled to today. I have a three year three month old it and we are in the thick of a really really difficult stage. I think of you often and your stories of Peter- I am so glad to have someone speak so honestly about how challenging our children can be. It makes me feel like I am normal, and makes me feel like my son is normal too! Anyway, this post gives me hope that this IS just a phase and things will get easier, so thank you.

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  3. This is beautiful Molly. Thank you for this reminder that even in the thick of raising children we can be blessed with these kinds of experiences to remind us why we choose a family in the first place. Once, after some "mighty prayer" I was reminded that I need to spend time with my girls for ME not always just for them. God reminded me that they are my earth angels, sent to renew my spirit...not just drain my energy and patience. I was so grateful for that answer to my prayer and for the perspective it gave me as I interact with my babies.

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  4. Beautiful, Molly! These are lovely moments!

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  5. Precious moments. I wish I could spend that time with my wee boy, like we used to.

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  6. My boys are grown now, and it gets even better. Yesterday I spent the day in San Francisco with my adult son, and he made me feel loved and cared for in such cute ways.

    =)

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  7. such a sweet, precious story. Molly you have an amazing spirit and big heart.

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  8. thats about the sweetest story I've heard.

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  9. What a sweet story! Treasure all these little moments with him. Four is a great age :)

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  10. Oh that is so sweet, Peter is so cute. I miss him, I want to see more of you guys. P to the S, I LOVE FRIDAY NIGHT LIGHTS!

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  11. I died and went to heaven just reading about your precious moment. Thank you so much for sharing such a sweet and sacred moment with us :)

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  12. Molly, that's so awesome! It's great to hear that Peter is maturing. 4 is a magic age. Everyone always says "terrible twos" it's really "terrible threes." 4 is much more adorable and sweet and you feel like you might be able to survive being a parent. And... it just gets better... mostly... :)

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