Daily I resist the constant need
to press into your cream puff cheeks,
nose breathing in your still sweet morning breath;
resist the need to smooth your Dennis-the-Menace cowlick
as you wait for the school bus;
or trace a finger along your sweetly exposed neck
in the library while you read "Dick and Jane".
I know this urge dissipates well before middle school
(I say this as my fifth grader gives me the raised
"Don't even try it!" eyebrow).
My heart soared yesterday as entering the classroom,
you yelled "Mommy!", wrapped me with a huge hug.
Six is still so dear, yet I know the day
will soon come upon finishing "Runaway Bunny"
you won't need Joey Kangaroo under the covers with you,
won't ask for an "Eskimo kiss".
I've been through this five times before.
It never gets any easier.
by Margaret Bednar, December 5, 2013
The video below of the little boy's voice and the mother's commentary cracked me up. I have read this very same book to all six of my children…
This is for "Imaginary Garden with Real Toads - Out of Standard - Eskimo" - our marching directions? To use the word Eskimo without mentioning snow or any adjective thereof.
I may change "Eskimo kiss" to "butterfly kisses" at a later date as that is what we do, but for now, I claim "artistic license".
Oh, and don't think I don't kiss and squeeze my youngest as often as I can get away with (I just try to do it a bit more at home than at school or in public - although, he doesn't complain about it … yet).