Once upon a time there was a baby named Jackson. He was a beautiful baby and a joy to his mother's heart. She loved him dearly and cherished each moment they shared together. Indeed she savored their moments together because he was her youngest child. She would never have another.
Jackson was an affectionate little boy. He loved to cuddle. He loved kisses and hugs and snuggles. This made his mother happy beyond words and she looked forward to those moments when the world would just stop and Jackson would come and cradle himself in his mothers arms.
But as time always does, it moved forward ever so slowly yet so quickly. Jackson grew older and did not need or want the hugs and kisses and snuggles like he used to. Those moments when the world would just stop became fewer and far between and his mother became sad.
His mother became sad because she knew that for all that has been written about children needing affection, it was she that was now suffering. She needed that affection too, and her heart broke as she struggled to accept the fact that this wonderful little boy didn't need her in the same ways he had as baby.
Her attempts to cuddle Jackson were rebuffed with a push and a "NOOOOOOOOOOO." She felt pure rejection. But every once in a while Jackson must have sensed that his mother needed some love and he would come over and hold her hand. And sometimes he would sit on the sofa with her and snuggle along side her just for old times sake. This made his mother happy and grateful that perhaps all was not lost......at least not yet.