I can still feel the warmth of my pre-schoolers hug. A few hours ago I dropped my two youngest children off at the sitter's. As I tried to say good-bye, my almost-2-year-old daughter rushed off with her training pant clad bottom swishing. My 3-year-old son moved to walk way, but stopped.
"Bye, Mommy," he said sweetly.
"Bye, honey," I said, bending to kiss his upturned lips.
He paused again and wrapped his scrawny arms around my left leg. I stooped to give him a hug, patted his back and watched him rush off to join his friends.
As I was driving down the street and contemplating my day, I wondered why one leg felt warmer than the other. I realized it was my son's loving good-bye that lingered reminding me of the joys -- despite the trials -- of being a mommy.
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