"I pray that your love will overflow more and more, and that you will keep on growing in knowledge and understanding. For I want you to understand what really matters, so that you may live pure and blameless lives until the day of Christ's return. May you always be filled with the fruit of your salavation- the righteous character produced in your life by Jesus Christ- for this will bring much glory and praise to God."

Philippians 1:9-11

January 28, 2013

Slugs and Snails, and Puppy-dog Tails

I think I can honestly say I am not a parent who plays favorites.  I love all my children uniquely, and try to treat them equally. 

I love Gracey for her "mothering" heart and her artistic flair. 




I love Lissie for her spunk and sense of humor. 



But, I will say, there is something extra special about a mother's bond with her son.  If you don't have a son, it's almost hard to even understand.  It's like he makes me feel special for being his mommy.  He is the one who will NOT go to bed without giving me a kiss and hug.  He is the one who needs my approval.  He is just my little man!

Last Thursday night, we had a "mini date night".  It consisted of us going to pick out a birthday present for a friend of his for this weekend, and going to the grocery store.  We were riding home in the van, when he suddenly grabbed my hand and asked me to turn down the radio because he "had something serious he needed to talk to me about" (his words- not mine).  After I turned down the radio, he started asking me questions about marriage.





"Why do people get married?"

"What kinds of people get married?"

"Can boys marry their mommies?"

"What things can you do after your married?"

"Do I have to kiss her after I get married?"

"Why do you kiss daddy?"

After I had satisfied his curiosity, he then told me that he had decided that he wanted to be a police officer (yeah, my heart lept a little in fear on that one), then get married, and then be a daddy.  At that point I felt a little relief in the fact that he at least got the sequence of events in the right order.  He then told me that he was sorry he was going to get married and leave me, but that it would be ok because he would live next door to me and I could watch his kids!



And that's just fine with me!

 

 

 

Little Boys

Little boys come in all shapes and sizes,
Shy and adventurous, full of surprises,
With misshapen halos and mischievous grins,
Small dirty faces, and sweet, sticky chins.
They'll keep you so busy, and yet all the while
Nothing can brighten the world like their smile.
And no greater treasure has brought homes more joy
Than a curious, active, and lovable boy!




 
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  1. UnknownJanuary 30, 2013 at 11:04 AM

    I teared up on this one. Thayne is so sweet. I didn't birth our little men, but they too hold a very special place in my heart. :)

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