Growing up my Mother went all out for every occasion. Any excuse to decorate the house or make a special meal she did. My childhood memories of Valentines Day consisted of a kitchen fully decorated in red, a little treat for each of us, and a wonderful heart shaped meal of some sort. Now having a family of my own, I see I'm exactly like her. I'm so happy to have these memories of her and now want my own little guy to have the same sort of warm traditions. . I'm sure he is

My son, our little 2 year old, our wee kind spirited little man..... does not want my kisses, hugs and love.  I knew this stage would come, at what, like age 7? Not this soon. . If anyone knows me, knows that I am a ball of mush.  An emotional affectionate person who tells everyone dear to her that she loves them.  This whole "No Mommy" business sucks big time. Not to be dramatic, but I thought being a Mom would be hard, but not this hard.  I just want to love the crap out