Fleeting Treasures...

August 16, 2010


Everyone had eaten dinner except for me, and Wyatt and Emmett were finishing. Wyatt asked me for something and I replied “No Wyatt, I am sitting down to eat dinner. I will get that for you later.” Emmett: “Then I am going to sit with you and talk to you while you eat.” Wyatt: “I want to sit ‘side you, too.” So I pulled both of their chairs up on either side of me and they chatted while I ate. Emmett finished and left. Wyatt looks at me and says, “You’re not sitting ‘side me, Mommy.” “Of course I am!” “Come closer, Mommy.” I slid my chair closer to his. “Touch me, Mommy.” I touched his sticky little rice covered hand. “I just want to talk to you for a minute,” he said. Precious little boy.


And to think, I almost went to eat my dinner in front of the television.

True Love and Superheros

Behold, children are a gift of the LORD, The fruit of the womb is a reward. Like arrows in the hand of a warrior, so are the children of one's youth. How blessed is the man whose quiver is full of them; They will not be ashamed when they speak with their enemies in the gate.

Ps 127:-5 (NAS)

As a "mom of many," I admit, I do not understand those that choose to not have children.  I say this because I am almost 42 years old and I have 7 great accomplishments.  None of them were achieved without the power of God and I can take little true credit for any of them.  While a few of them are discovering that I actually do not know everything (say is isn't so!), I still have a couple that think the world revolves around everything that mom says and does.  Wyatt & Sam both adore me.  I'm not bragging on that;  it's just a fact.  I didn't do anything to deserve it, it is just because I am their mommy.  If I would hold Sam all day(and feed as needed), he would never even whimper.  I haven't tried this experiment, but I am almost sure it would prove out.  When I sit down to feed him, sometimes he is so happy to see me that he can't eat for smiling.  Of course, he does smile...a lot...at everyone, but there are smiles that he saves just for me.    He strokes my face when he eats.  It can be annoying, but I remember that no other babies will stroke my face like this ever again when he ceases to do it.  These actions say "Mommy, I love you.  You are the greatest person in the whole world."  Who wouldn't want someone to think that about them, even if it was only for a little while?  Wyatt is 3, and no, he does not stroke my face while he's eating.  With the mess he makes, it is certainly not something I wish for!  What Wyatt does do, however, is really need me.  He doesn't need me to dress him, feed him or play with him.  His siblings can take care of anything he cannot do for himself.  What he does need, is to just be with me.  Just to BE.  If he doesn't get time with me to just sit, or talk, or rest, he actually goes sour.  Like milk sitting out, or fruit rotting!  He just turns into this beastly little child that we do not like!  If he has time with me, though, he can be amiable throughout the day, charming, funny, delightful.  How cool is it to BE some one's happy pill?  That is why I do not understand how anyone could choose not to have even one child.  It's the only time that you are ever viewed as unconditionally beautiful (even with a cold and no makeup), brilliant (because you know absolutely EVERYTHING!), and you are, most definitely, a superhero.  Isn't that just amazing?  So Moms, enjoy the moments of dependent babies, inquisitive toddlers, and little sleep.  All too soon, your superhero status will fade as they discover your true identity when they turn into...TEENAGERS.