Day 19 - My beloved son
My son is the master procrastinator, especially when it comes to bedtime. When I have the energy and conviction, I put forth great effort to keep him moving in the direction of bed. Tonight, however, the engergy was lacking and I sent him to the bathroom to go potty and brush his teeth by himself. These are two tasks at which he is quite proficient, but twenty minutes later I finally went in after him. How much had he accomplished? He was washing his hands. He had neither brushed his teeth, nor used the toilet. I have no idea what he spent those twenty minutes doing. Nothing was destroyed, disheveled, or dirty...but neither was anything done. So, round and round we went with the reminders and the why's and the prodding and the stories and finally achieving the goal...or goals; I suppose when all was said and done both of us had achieved our goals: mine of getting Eli to bed, and his of drawing out the process as long as humanly possible. By the time he was climbing into bed I was frustrated with all of his excuses and stories and questions and other stalling tactics. I was really looking forward to kissing him goodnight and heading downstairs for some long-awaited "me" time. And then...
Then my precious little boy reminded me how very, very wonderful it is to be his mother. As I was tucking his blankets around him he looked at me and said, "Mama, will you sleep with me for a little bit of the night?" With my heart in a warm puddle on the floor, I crawled under the covers and curled up with my little boy. My little boy whom I love and adore and thank God for wholeheartedly every day. At 8:30 at night and at my wits end, my dear son knew just how to draw me back into the wonderful reality of being his Mama. I need to remember moments like these when I am caught up in the messy details of figuring out how an almost-four-year-old boy works (or refuses to). I am blessed beyond measure not only to be a mother, but to be his mother. And hers. Thank you, oh gracious Lord, for the priveledge of motherhood and for the blessing of these two beautiful children. Please help me to revel in moments like these, and return to them when I lose sight of the glory of my job.
"This is my son, whom I love; with him I am well pleased"
Matthew 3:17 NIV
Just one of the many profound things the Lord has said that I would do well to remember.
Then my precious little boy reminded me how very, very wonderful it is to be his mother. As I was tucking his blankets around him he looked at me and said, "Mama, will you sleep with me for a little bit of the night?" With my heart in a warm puddle on the floor, I crawled under the covers and curled up with my little boy. My little boy whom I love and adore and thank God for wholeheartedly every day. At 8:30 at night and at my wits end, my dear son knew just how to draw me back into the wonderful reality of being his Mama. I need to remember moments like these when I am caught up in the messy details of figuring out how an almost-four-year-old boy works (or refuses to). I am blessed beyond measure not only to be a mother, but to be his mother. And hers. Thank you, oh gracious Lord, for the priveledge of motherhood and for the blessing of these two beautiful children. Please help me to revel in moments like these, and return to them when I lose sight of the glory of my job.
"This is my son, whom I love; with him I am well pleased"
Matthew 3:17 NIV
Just one of the many profound things the Lord has said that I would do well to remember.
Comments
Post a Comment