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I'd like to think my son and I have a bond so strong that we both know each other extremely well. He makes me laugh when I feel like crying, I kiss his scabby knees when he falls down, he tries to give me piggy backs, we stroke each others hair, we hold hands, he pulls faces, cracks jokes and we get on brilliantly.
When I was in hospital, he had chicken pox...I felt so incredibly guilty that I couldn't be there for him that I couldn't bring myself to talk to him on the phone. I needed him and he needed me. When I came out I hugged him for hours.
I've had him ask me if I'm dying. I've had him cry at school because he's worried I'm not going to pick him up. Then he's also asked his nanny to stay at her house as I'm too poorly and need to rest. I could write a list of things he does and says, but believe me when I say - he's got more heart than anyone I've ever met.

He's happy, clever, handsome, caring and all round wonderful. I'm the luckiest mommy in the whole wide world.

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