With great care, I organized my son’s toys into vibrant bins, arranged his books by language—Spanish first, thanks to my husband’s bilingual skills—and even set up his stuffed animals in a stadium-style seating arrangement. The transformation was remarkable! I envisioned my son having ample space to play and, eventually, his younger siblings would join him in this newfound domain.
When he returned from camp, I had a friend ready to capture the moment as we unveiled his fantastic new playroom. His reaction was priceless; he beamed and shouted, “Thank you, everyone!” For two whole hours, he was engrossed in play while I tackled the unpacking upstairs. What a triumph!
But the very next day, after a long day at camp, he asked to go downstairs again, and I felt like I was on top of the world, destined for “Mother of the Year” accolades. However, just five minutes later, he made his way up to me. As I sat at the computer, catching up on emails amidst the chaos of moving, he climbed onto my lap.
“Mommy, I just want to hug you. Mommy, I just want to kiss you. Mommy, I just want to sit on your lap.”
“Sweetheart, can you give me a few more minutes? I’ll be down soon,” I replied.
“No, Mommy. Come downstairs and cuddle with me.”
In that moment, it became abundantly clear: he didn’t want to play alone. He wanted my presence. He wanted to see me, hear me, and be near me. The playroom, with all its toys and games, couldn’t compete with the comfort of my hugs and kisses.
I couldn’t help but laugh at the situation, realizing that there was little else I could do. So, I went downstairs, and there I found a cozy bean bag chair that welcomed me to rest. I quickly dozed off, only to be awakened by the joyful chaos of my son jumping and playing around me. Those little knees may be small now, but I know they won’t be for long. One day, he’ll prefer his own space, and my affection may not be at the top of his list.
But today, all the toys and beautifully designed playrooms in the world cannot replace the love he craves from his mom. I built my son a playroom, yet all he truly wanted was a chance to play with me.
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Summary:
Creating a playroom for my son was meant to be a grand gesture, but what he truly wanted was my attention and affection. Despite my efforts to set up an ideal play space, he preferred cuddling and being near me. This heartwarming experience taught me that sometimes, the simplest moments are what our children value most.
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