Pulling

Remember how I wrote about Kingston and Kyrie's love for each other?  Well, it's there, and it's strong.  But they are also crazy jealous of each other and their time with mama.

When I am holding one, the other is at my legs, trying to climb up them.  Literally trying to climb up them.  Whimpering voice, hands pulling my pants down, little feet trying to get some traction on my shins.

If I sweep down and pick the other up - one in each arm - they whine and push at each other.  Like seriously strong arm each other away.

If I'm sitting on the floor and I have one cuddled up against my shoulder, the other will come running up and lay their head on my shoulder too.  Fully standing, just laying their head on my shoulder and boxing their brother out.  Just to be clear they're not missing any mommy time.
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The other afternoon, Kingston was still napping and Kyrie was awake.  He was busy playing and and I was lazily laying on the couch.  Probably checking facebook on my phone, playing words with friends, or doing some other really spectacularly maternal thing.

David came over and snuggled up next to me.  We were laughing and canoodling as young lovers do. (I know.  Now you think I'm weird.  But we weren't doing anything really but goofing around and being silly, so canoodling seems like the right fit.)

Kyrie came BARRELING over, whining in true Kyrie fashion, and flew up to the couch.  He immediately laid his head on my chest, between me and David.

And just laid there.

Now chances are, he saw his mommy and daddy giggling and having fun, and didn't want to be left out of that fun party.  Who would want to be left out of that?

But deep down in my mommy heart, I think he was jealous.  Jealous of the time daddy was getting with me.  Jealous daddy was get some snuggle time he was missing out on.


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Moms get pulled in a million directions.  I think even more so when you're a working mom.  I'm pulled towards my job, my students, my husband, my twin boys, my dog, my house that I don't really clean, my friends, my extended family.  You know what I'm talking about, I'm sure.  Because no matter who is reading this, you are pulled too.

But on this day when I'm feeling the pull of little hands on my legs, of little faces against my shoulders and chest, and the pull of my best friend on my hand, I don't feel pulled at all.  I feel needed and loved and cherished.