My little boy is growing up. Yeah, I know, he has been for quite some time now. But sometimes I have a hard time remembering. Luckily, Peter is very good at gently reminding me!
Today in church, during the sermon there was a point where the minister was talking about young men serving in the armed forces, etc. I have to admit that I have a pretty visceral reaction to such talk, as the mother of a son (who will be draft-age in 8 years -- and you wonder why I voted Obama????), so without even thinking, I moved my arm from where it had been, along the back of the pew behind Peter, to his shoulder, and gave him a bit of a hug.
And got a shrug. And then a look! OK, so it was a little TOO public a PDA for my boy, I could cope. So I put my arm back on the back of the pew.
And within a few minutes, Peter began pushing his head back against my arm!
OK, OK!!!!! Fine then!
My arm remained in my lap the rest of the service!
(Incidentally, the title of the sermon was "Signs, Signs, Everywhere are signs", which I found very amusing given Peter's non-verbal cues that I was being TOO Mom-ish!)
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