Moments That Stay


I got a hug from my son the other day that surprised me.

Because in the last several months, at just seven years old, he’s gotten very independent–not wanting me to hug him around his friends, or call him “buddy”, or kiss him when I drop him off places.

I was sitting at the kitchen table and he just walked over and climbed up onto my lap.

At first, I thought maybe he was hurt or upset about something.

“What’s wrong?” I asked.

“Nothing.” He smiled.

Then he wrapped both his arms around my neck, rested his head on my shoulder, and hugged me.

I hugged him back.


“Love you, Mom,” he whispered.

“Love you, too.” I could barely get the words out.

And I wished the moment would never end.

But too quickly, it did.

After a minute, he slid off my lap and ran upstairs to play.

And just like that, it was over.

But even though that moment didn’t last as long as I wanted it to, it stayed with me.

Because no matter how fast our kids grow, or how independent they become, moments like that never go away.

They never end.

They stay tucked away in the beautiful memories of motherhood.