Facing Separation Anxiety

Eight months old Oliver clung to me. He wanted no one but his mummmy to hold or cuddle him at nights. When we visited Oliver's grandma place, he would cry for my attention. When I walked across the living room, Oliver seated in his high chair would cry when he spotted me. He would hold out his hands signalling for me to carry him.

I felt proud of this "mummy only" attitude of Oliver, yet also helpless over it. I wish I can spilt into multiple bodies. This will however come to pass. I can imagine many years later, I will look back at now and wish Oliver will again crave for my attention.