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Grandma Syndrome


Justin has an uncanny ability to make women fall in love with him wherever he goes. He is a very loveable boy, but seems to feel like he doesn't get enough love at home. Whenever we go to church, he loves to go to the older ladies, have them pick him up, and cuddle with them like they are his long-lost grandmother. I believe it all started last year. We went to Michigan to spend time at the family cottage with my husband's side of the family. Justin talked about seeing HIS grandma the entire two-day trip. When we finally got there, he bolted out of the van faster than a rocket shooting into the sky. We heard, "Grandma! Grandma!" with such excitement as he ran to meet her. He spent his days and nights in pure bliss. I remember one particular night. The adults were sitting on the screened-in porch talking and trying to stay awake. Justin was sitting between me and his grandma on the couch enjoying the light sratch of her nails on his neck. She loves her grandchildren equally, but she told me, "This is the one that reminds me the most of Andy." Since then, he has felt her absence keenly in his life and tried to find her in every woman he meets. My husband once asked me if it bothered me or made me feel jealous when he went to other women for love and cuddle time. I began thinking more about it and wondered if I was doing all I could to show him love and security. After he was done cuddling with one of his favorites at church, I grabbed him and squeezed him. I asked, "You do know that I'M your mother?" He nodded. I asked, "Do you know I love you very much?" He nodded. "Do you love me best in the whole world?" I asked. He nodded. I just had to make sure. I think we need to buy this book today and read it together. Some more bonding wouldn't hurt.

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striving... said…
He is just a sweet little boy. He is going to be a lady killer. All the girls will be out for him, hee hee.
June 27, 2007 at 9:14 PM
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