“Can I sit on your lap?” my 50 pound six-year-old asked. I often wonder if people in my life mistake my soft-spoken voice, calm exterior, and friendly demeanor as evidence that I am comfortable being a ‘good mom.’
“…sure..?” I may have hesitated, but before I had the chance to react my son draped himself across my lap and tucked his head under my chin. I could feel my stomach warm and my heart beat a little faster. The truth is I struggle to be affectionate with him and in this moment I was surprised at how comfortable it felt to hold him. “Do you want me to read or would you like to read the next book?”
An hour and twenty minutes later, I was not feeling as comfortable. Fifty pounds is heavy. My head was swirling with contrived plot lines, one-dimensional alien characters, and really annoying dialogue. Eighty minutes of non-stop action (that he proudly read).