Noah is the sweetest boy I know. Of course I’m bias since he’s also a major momma’s boy. In his defense he’s not a momma’s boy in a sissy kind of way, we’re just really close.
He’s very affectionate and tells me how much he loves me every day. The boy is pretty good with words too…
For example, the other day our conversation went like this:
Noah: ‘Momma, I just love you’
Me: ‘Son, I love you too’
Noah: ‘I love you more than anyone else. I mean I love you more than anybody else loves you, I love you the most!’
Me: ‘Oh yeah? How are you sure? What about big sissy, you don’t think she loves me just as much? Maybe you are equal?’
Noah: ‘Uh, no! I know I love you more because I’m the only one that gives you lovin’ all the time. Panga doesn’t love on you’ – said as he cuddles up into my lap
Me: giggling ‘well, Noah, big sissy loves me too – she just shows her love in other ways than cuddling up to me in my lap. You know, Panga is bigger than you and older so she probably thinks she is too big to lay in my lap or cuddle with me so instead she just gives me hugs, a kiss and tells me how much she loves me. We do things for one another to show our love’
Noah: ‘well mom, M.O.M. (he literally spelled it out – that’s his new thing now) I will never be too old to give you lovin’ because I love you the most’
Oh how I wish that was true. I pray that he will always feel this way and never be too embarrassed to embrace me in a hug in public or kiss my cheek.
Today while having a conversation with our foreign exchange student, Lulu, from China we discussed how Noah’s heritage is Indian. With a little Indian on my side of the family combined with his father being half Indian, he is a large portion of Indian. I can’t remember exactly how the conversation went into discussing what his Indian name was but without pause he said ‘my Indian name is Cheese Snatch‘. Um, okay, good to know. I instantly started laughing. At first I thought he said Jeans Snatch which soundly mildly inappropriate therefore causing me to laugh even more.
Noah didn’t even understand why I would laugh at the fact his Indian name is Cheese Snatch. We all laughed… except Noah. He was serious. He even acted surprised I didn’t know his Indian name. He was so serious that he made me question if somewhere along the line he was given an Indian name (even if he was confused on the name) that I called his father. I knew his grandparents on his father’s side had registered Noah’s Indian card for him and I’ll admit that I have never seen that process so maybe…? Thankfully his father informed me this was the first he had heard of our son’s new name.
For the rest of the night I found plenty of opportunities to call him Cheese Snatch. ‘Hey Cheese Snatch come here, what do you want to drink with dinner Cheese Snatch, I love you Cheese Snatch, good night Cheese Snatch‘. Even if for my own amusement, for now I’ll call my son Cheese Snatch.
Then tonight Cheese Snatch fell asleep in my lap.
These are the priceless moments I want to cherish forever.