A few days ago, while tucking “the boy” in for the night, I was bestowed a precious gift.

“Mom?” Seth said in a most serious tone. “You’re my VERY BEST lady.”

I mustered up an equally somber voice and replied, “Thanks sweets. I love you too. Good night.”

Then I ran downstairs and laughed until my sides hurt.

By that statement alone, one may choose to surmise that my son is destined for a career as a pimp. And someday he may have a whole stable of “ladies.” Perhaps, that’s how he’ll “sell” them.

“This one here? She’s my BEST lady!”

No. I don’t think that’s the case. (At least I HOPE not!) While he may worship his daddy, at the end of the day? Its mommy who’s still the person he looks to for love, comfort and snuggles. This fact alone warms my heart. Truth be told, it strokes my ego.

I know that in a few years some young lass will steal his heart and usurped my prestigious position. So for now I relish those hugs, smiles, kisses and compliments. For now he’s still “my sweet little bunny.” I know that someday I will have to “let go”. But I often wonder aloud: How exactly am I going to do that?