The Five-Minute Deal I’ll Always Have With My Son

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Every night, as my husband and I tuck our older son into bed, he has a familiar request: “Just five more minutes.” He’s recently embraced the exciting world of being a “big boy,” complete with his new toddler bed and superhero-themed pajamas. This nightly ritual is one of the last remnants of his babyhood, and I find myself torn between the tenderness of the moment and my desire for a little peace and quiet.

As a stay-at-home mom, my time alone is scarce. Those fleeting moments when both kids are asleep feel sacred, and I often find myself counting the minutes until I can reclaim my evening. While I sit on the floor beside his bed, I’m frequently daydreaming about curling up on the couch with a glass of wine in one hand and a remote in the other, ready to escape into a mindless show. Sometimes, I’m just thinking about the laundry pile that’s mounting in the bathroom or the dishes waiting in the sink. I know I should cherish these moments, but the demands of daily life can be overwhelming.

Yet, I realize that these “five more minutes” won’t last forever. At age six, he’ll be begging for just a little longer outside with his neighbor friend, even if they don’t always see eye to eye. With only limited time for play after being cooped up in school, I’ll grant him that wish, knowing that childhood is fleeting. Fast forward to age eleven, and mornings will become a battlefield as he groans for five more minutes of sleep. I’ll remind him of that time he missed the bus because of those precious minutes and stress the importance of being on time—though part of me will secretly enjoy the thought of him needing me just a bit longer.

When he turns seventeen, he’ll text me from his girlfriend’s house, pleading for five more minutes even though he’s past curfew. I’ll remember my own teenage days filled with the thrill of stealing moments with someone special and will likely respond with a compromise: finish the movie, but be home by eleven. Eventually, he’ll go off to college, leaving me to fill my days with work and errands, wistfully waiting for the occasional call during his walk back to the dorm.

Years later, as my son and his family visit, our home will be alive with the joyous chaos of children—something I often long for. I’ll delight in the little traits that remind me of him as a child, like how my granddaughter tilts her head in concentration, just like her dad used to. When it’s time for them to leave, I’ll feel that familiar pang of sadness. As he gathers their belongings scattered throughout the house, I might find myself asking, “Can you stay just a little longer?” He’ll indulge me with a smile and a promise of “five more minutes,” and even if he’s just humoring me, those moments will be worth more than he knows.

In the end, it’s these fleeting moments that truly matter. For more insights into parenting and family life, check out this other blog post on intracervicalinsemination.org. And if you’re considering home insemination, visit Make a Mom for reputable kits. For additional resources on family building options, RESOLVE offers excellent information.

Summary:

The article reflects on the evolving nature of a mother’s relationship with her son as he grows up, capturing the sweet, fleeting moments they share. From his bedtime requests to teenage curfews, these small interactions hold immense significance, reminding parents to cherish every stage of their child’s life.


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