Jonathan and I went to the playground a couple of weeks ago, on a rare warm day in January.

Other parents  had the same idea and there were a few other children there. When we first arrived though, there was only one other little girl about Jonathan’s size and her baby brother with their parents. The girl spotted Jonathan and sprinted across the playground to greet him.

He jumped back and she said, “Oh! Did I scare you?”

It was the cutest thing coming out of the mouth of someone so young.

Then she grabbed his hand and they were off, running across the playground and hiding in the nooks and crannies of the wooden structure.

Only ten minutes had passed when he found me and said, “Come play with me.”

“Why? you have someone your age to play with,” I said, knowing how much he craves the attention of children his age after being at home with mommy most of the time.

“I just want to play with you,” he said and did everything he could after that to avoid the little girl and the other children on the playground.

He even went as far one point as to hide in a corner of one of the structures and ask me to hide with him. I couldn’t fit in the spot but I stood near him. Still, the little girl found him and squeezed into the spot with him, a large smile spreading across her face.

She was just thrilled with him and I thought he would be thrilled with her attention, but apparently he is not yet ready for the attention of the opposite sex. And actually? I’m OK with that.

And I’m OK with the fact he wants to play with me and only me because I know one day he won’t want a thing to do with me.