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How much do you love me?

I tell my children and I tell them often how much I love them. I think it is important to say the words. I also crush them with my hugs and smother them with my kisses and they do the same to me.
I love it. It is bliss. On some days, it is truly all that keeps me going.

When my son was very little, (probably when he was three or four)  he would ask me 'Mummy how much do you love me?'
I would say 'As much as the sky, that never ends'.
He would then gaze at the sky and give me a large grin and a larger hug.

As he kept growing, he would keep asking me this.

I would tell him that I loved him as much as the water in the ocean, as much as the milky way galaxy, as much as the  entire Universe and so on. My answers would change each time.  I would modify my answers to suit his understanding  of the world around him, according to his age.

Oh, the joy it brought!

Now my son is fourteen and is already taller than me, and he in jest, he calls me his 'baby 'and says he will take care of me. :)

Yesterday, when I was in the kitchen chopping vegetables, he came up behind me and gave me a hug and asked ' Mummy, how much do you love me?'

'As much as the number of grains of sand in this whole world multiplied by the number of grains of sand,' I answered.

When they are fourteen, you have to work that much harder to impress them and appear cool in their eyes.

'Awww mummy', he said and his hug got tighter.

'How much do you love me?' I asked.

'As much as the number of atoms in all the substances in this world, raised to the power of total number of atoms existing in this world,' he replied.

Yeah, I know. :)
That's what I felt too.

And I just had to preserve this memory by blogging about it.
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Comments

  1. Aaawwwww so sweet :)

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  2. So sweet...I ask my son the same too! :))

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  3. awwwww ... so touching this ... you are one lucky mom I must say ... would not be surprised if your son inspires you for a novel :))

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  4. sweet? no..

    sweeter than the sweetest jaggery multiplied by the sweetest honey multiplied by the sweetest chocolates... :)

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  5. :-) my daughter and I ask each other this very question.

    Loved reading your exchange with your son.

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  6. That is so aawwwww....some...

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  7. Awww... :) A moment truly to be preserved!

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  8. thats soooooo sweeeeet........

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  9. thats soooooo sweeeeet........

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  10. just.a.wonderful.mother.of.two.nice.kids.

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  11. Jnyandeep: :)

    Parimala: heh heh. Thanks :)

    Aathira: yes!

    Soul speaks: Thanks!

    Oijuggle: And what does your daughter reply? Would love to hear :)

    Raghav: very sweet :) Too much sweetness I say ;-)

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  12. Basil: :-)

    Swapna: And what does he say? That's a cute DP, by the way.

    Sridevi: :-)

    Jayant: Thanks :)

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  13. That was really sweet Preeti... :D

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  14. awwwwwwwwww and awwwwwwwwwwwwww - at both your answers :)!

    For us right now, it's "I love you sooooooooooo much" "a lot" "2 much 3 much" but the hugs are getting tighter and I live for such moments as well :)!

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  15. thats awesome...i am jealous of your son coz' having such a great mom...and both of you are very lucky for having such a wonderful persons in your lives...and just now i read your novel 'life what you make it' and its simply superb...touched my heart...thank you for writing such a great novel and i am going to read ur other 2 books too...

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  16. Awwww... This is the sweetest thing i' ve ever heard..!

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  17. Krupa : :-) Happy to be a part of that sweetest thing!

    Dwaraka: Thank you! But then i do not blog about our fights :-) Glad you liked my book. Hope you like my other two too.

    Shachi: Oh yes! I know exactly what you mean by 2 much and 3 much.

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  18. She streches her arms on both sides as wide as she can, tickles the air with her fingers, and says "Thiiiiis much"!

    Then she will ask, "Do you love me a hundred or a thousand?".She is six.

    To my ten month old son I whisper, "Do you know how much I love you?"

    He replies by looking intently at my face for a few seconds, then leans forward and grabs my glasses.

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  19. Great... short but indeed worth cherishing!

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  20. awwwwwwwwww---sweet indeed

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  21. Awww...So cute..My lil one in 21 months old and when when he is off to bed closing his eyes..I say I love you and he keeps his eyes closed and says I love you in his baby voice...I do it everyday and I still wait for him to reply..

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  22. Aww so Cute!
    "As much as the number of atoms in all the substances in this world, raised to the power of total number of atoms existing in this world" - Now that's like a boy! Full of Science and Maths :)

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  23. that was breathtakingly cute..:)...all mummas in the world are the same..my mumma and I do have "kissie competition"..no matter who wins..it's always a bliss..:):)
    < awestruck >

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  24. Awesome :) :)

    Loved the conversation..!!! It was too sweet to handle!! :) :) :) :)

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  25. Hmmm Smart!
    It's really sweet!:)

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  26. isn't that the bestest thing to hear from your child :) :)

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  27. first time here ..sweet post :)

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