Lately, my son has been very clingy. If I am not holding him, playing with him or watching him learn new things, he makes his way over to me and grabs on at the most convenient place on my body. Don't get me wrong, I love my little guy so, so much and I love that he needs me. But sometimes I feel smothered and I want to say to him, "mommy just needs a few minutes of alone time." I was trying to make dinner the other night and he grabbed on to my legs. He stood up right in between them, his head pushing into my thighs and occasionally looking up at me as if to say, "mommy, give me some attention...now." It's hard not to reach down and pick him up but sometimes I just can't. Like when I have a strainer full of hot pasta in my hands, for example. As frustrating as it can be sometimes to have my baby pulling on me all the time, I know that there will come a day when I will miss it. I will miss those little arms wrapped around my legs. I will miss the tight grip of those little hands. I will miss those big blue eyes gazing up at me with love. Someday, my son will no longer cling to me. He might even push me away. So I am trying not to get upset at his constant need for my love, affection and attention. I am trying to savor and enjoy these moments. Because someday, I might be trying to cling to him.