The thing about my eldest son is that he loves to converse. He loves to ply you with a bit of chat. He yearns to chew the fat fantastic.
He is also a highly-tactile individual. Needing lots of physical affection, closeness, and whatnot.
Dear God: Could you have come up with a more challenging combination for me, personally, to parent? Didn't think so. Love and kisses, Laura
I really reeeeally try to remember to make time to snuggle him, and talk with him ad nauseum about all manner of things.
But there are times – most of the time, in actual fact - when I’d just like to not talk. And just have a little two-foot bubble of space around me where no other person is for half an hour or so.
One can only stifle this for so long – four years or so – until one is chopping vegetables in the kitchen, having to answer questions about vegetables and how do vegetables fight and which weapons do they use and how do they fight if they lose their weapon, while trying not to slice myself my finger because I am cramped into a tiny space just trying not to bonk him on the head while I cut.
Me: WOULD YOU PLEASE JUST BE QUIET FOR A FEW MINUTES? JUST TAKE THREE STEPS BACK AND GIVE ME A LITTLE PERSONAL SPACE? PERR-SUH-NULL SPAAACE!!
Benjamin: Mama, you just need a space shuttle to take you up to Space.