Abstract: This article discusses the reasons behind a mother’s choice to continue carrying her four-year-old son, exploring emotional, physical, and developmental aspects of this practice.
Every morning, I find myself lifting my four-year-old son, Lucas, and carrying him into preschool. In fact, I often carry him to various places throughout the day. When he reaches up with those little arms, I’m more than happy to oblige. Admittedly, we receive some curious glances and unsolicited remarks, such as:
- “Looks like you’ve got your hands full.”
- “Why are you doing that to your poor mother?”
- “I think he’s big enough to walk on his own.”
- “Don’t you think you’re spoiling him?”
While it’s true that Lucas weighs over 40 pounds and appears as big as some six or seven-year-olds, I understand why some might find it unusual.
Reasons for Carrying Lucas
So, what motivates me to carry him instead of simply letting him walk?
Firstly, it brings me joy. To be honest, I believe I carry him more for my own satisfaction than his. The moments spent with him nestled against my shoulder, breathing in his sweet scent, are precious. It provides me with a sense of peace and contentment that I cherish deeply.
Secondly, Lucas enjoys it. There’s something comforting about a mother’s embrace that reassures a child. If he seeks the warmth and closeness of being held, why would I deny him that experience?
Moreover, I am acutely aware that these moments are fleeting. The days of cuddling and carrying him are numbered. I relish this stage in his life when he still desires to be held. Soon, he’ll outgrow this phase, and I want to savor each moment before it slips away.
Additionally, Lucas is my youngest child. This is likely my last opportunity to carry a small child, and I intend to take full advantage of it. Every moment spent holding him close is a treasure I want to capture, given that I may never have this chance again.
Carrying him also serves as my workout. Parenting itself is a form of exercise, and lifting my sizeable preschooler can feel like a strength-training session. With limited time to hit the gym, this daily activity helps me stay active and burn off some of those extra carbs.
Lastly, I genuinely don’t care what others think. The judgmental looks and exasperated sighs don’t faze me. If they shared my insights, I suspect they might choose to do the same. I don’t consider it spoiling him; rather, it’s about responding to his needs and providing comfort. In just a few years, he may not want to be seen with me, let alone be held.
Before long, he will become an independent young man, but for now, he remains my baby boy. I will continue to carry him for as long as I can, cherishing every fleeting moment we have together.
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In summary, carrying my son provides emotional benefits for both of us, serves as a physical workout, and allows me to treasure the fleeting moments of his childhood. I remain unconcerned with outside opinions, focusing instead on nurturing our bond during this precious time.