It’s a compliment.
It really is.
But that doesn’t make it much easier.

My darling boy.
Should I enjoy the moments you spend stuck to my ankles?
Relish in your love when I’d rather be editing photos or stirring my palak paneer?

Secretly, I’m sure your Papa is jealous.
We’ll put you in our room.
I’ll be in the kitchen making chai.
I won’t say a thing.
And slowly, but surely.
You’ll get onto all fours.
Focused and determined.
Sometimes with drool coming down.
Sometimes with a grin.

And sure enough.
All your roads lead to me.

Dear heavens.
Where does this adoration come from?
This relentless love?
This magnetic energy?

Him to me.
And yes.
Me to him.