Life is never dull, sometimes mundane, but never dull. A couple of days ago hubby, Munchkin and I were driving home from the City after work. As is our custom, I was driving (Tom drives in the morning, because we all know I'm asleep at that time of the morning, and I drive home in the evening). I had my left hand on the wheel and my right hand was laying on the console. Tom reached over and started holding my hand.
I don't know why I was surprised by what happened next, it has happened every time Tom has held my hand for at least the last 18 months. The only thing that has changed in the 18+ months is that it has gone from a sound and whimpering to words being spoken before the crying begins. Yes, in case you haven't figured it out, the Munchkin Man doesn't like for Mommy and Daddy to hold hands. On this particular occasion, what we heard was "No Daddy! No, no hands, No Daddy".
Now, I have to tell you that I am getting a little tired of this happening. I happen to like holding hands with my husband. So, I just keep holding Tom's hand. The back seat has now turned quiet, but a quick check to the rear Munchkin mirror, revealed that the protests had been replaced by silent tears streaming down his face! As much as I think that he seriously needs to get over this fit of jealousy, the Mommy in me cannot just let him cry. If he had continued to throw a fit, I could have handled that. He might of been in trouble but I could have handled that. If he had pouted, I could have handled that. If he had done just about anything, I could have handled that but I could not handle the silent tears indicating a breaking heart. What a sweetheart of a little boy I have. I am so incredibly blessed! But seriously, if anyone has a clue how to get him past this, let me know!