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My Son Kirk...
My Son Kirk...
Current mood: 
blessed
Category: Life
I look at the shiny hair and biggest almond shaped blue green eyes looking at me. The small pink tongue struggling impatiently against tiny white teeth to form a word, a sentence. To convey an exciting newborn thought; of the broad yet little boy hand covered with dirt, reaching to touch my cheek.
Suddenly I realize the astounding responsibilities that are mine before that hand expands to a man's hand. Oh God please hold my son's hand while he crosses that danger-filled street to manhood.
I see him yearn in expectation when he gets to put on his spiderman or hulk outfit from previous Halloween years. I watch him and giggle inside watching how he tries to be the incredible hulk to beat the "Bad Guys Up," as he says it. Or being spiderman, trying to shoot webs from his hands, jumping from the couch while he tells me he will protect me from the bad guys.
See, this was sort of my stay-at-home and get-a-few-things-done-day. That would be just fine; except that I have a toddler who wants to help, or always wants my attention. Sometimes, when all I hear is "Mom I need you," or "Look Mom what I can do," I take a look at him and just smile. It's so great to know my son loves me and wants to protect me and that he needs me.
Well, as I try to finish the washing, he struggles with the piles of clean clothes in the dresser drawers and on the bed. I suppose a hundred years from now I won't care that the clothes started the trip neatly folded...lol! I sweep the floor, and he insists on helping me, by emptying the dustpan. In the overall scheme of things, I suppose the fact that he dumped the dirt back onto the floor is relatively unimportant.
He follows me everywhere and copies everything I do and say. So, sometimes I have to be cautious as to what I say around him. I've been consistent in his life and he knows I would do anything for him. I want him to be a good boy, and become a great, God-fearing and loving man later on. I do know that he really tries and I know he needs practice, to learn things, hopefully good things.
Sometimes things are easier doing it myself; especially after a long day at work, I just want to get it done, and sit down and rest. When I stop and become aware of things around me. I catch myself watching him, filled with aprehension as he teeters towards me, his chubby boy hands cupping fragile eggs, to put into the brownie mix, and I'm suddenly aware that God has entrusted me with the fragile lil' life of this child, my child.
I feel blessed to be able to help my little helper become a wonderful, Godly man. I hope God guides me to do right by my children as I want them to have every desire of their hearts met and for them to be blessed from the top of their heads to the soles of their feet.
Thank you for reading and commenting on my blogs and for letting me get to share my thoughts with you. Marlena B.
My Son Kirk...
Current mood: blessed
Category: Life
I look at the shiny hair and biggest almond shaped blue green eyes looking at me. The small pink tongue struggling impatiently against tiny white teeth to form a word, a sentence. To convey an exciting newborn thought; of the broad yet little boy hand covered with dirt, reaching to touch my cheek.
Suddenly I realize the astounding responsibilities that are mine before that hand expands to a man's hand. Oh God please hold my son's hand while he crosses that danger-filled street to manhood.
I see him yearn in expectation when he gets to put on his spiderman or hulk outfit from previous Halloween years. I watch him and giggle inside watching how he tries to be the incredible hulk to beat the "Bad Guys Up," as he says it. Or being spiderman, trying to shoot webs from his hands, jumping from the couch while he tells me he will protect me from the bad guys.
See, this was sort of my stay-at-home and get-a-few-things-done-day. That would be just fine; except that I have a toddler who wants to help, or always wants my attention. Sometimes, when all I hear is "Mom I need you," or "Look Mom what I can do," I take a look at him and just smile. It's so great to know my son loves me and wants to protect me and that he needs me.
Well, as I try to finish the washing, he struggles with the piles of clean clothes in the dresser drawers and on the bed. I suppose a hundred years from now I won't care that the clothes started the trip neatly folded...lol! I sweep the floor, and he insists on helping me, by emptying the dustpan. In the overall scheme of things, I suppose the fact that he dumped the dirt back onto the floor is relatively unimportant.
He follows me everywhere and copies everything I do and say. So, sometimes I have to be cautious as to what I say around him. I've been consistent in his life and he knows I would do anything for him. I want him to be a good boy, and become a great, God-fearing and loving man later on. I do know that he really tries and I know he needs practice, to learn things, hopefully good things.
Sometimes things are easier doing it myself; especially after a long day at work, I just want to get it done, and sit down and rest. When I stop and become aware of things around me. I catch myself watching him, filled with aprehension as he teeters towards me, his chubby boy hands cupping fragile eggs, to put into the brownie mix, and I'm suddenly aware that God has entrusted me with the fragile lil' life of this child, my child.
I feel blessed to be able to help my little helper become a wonderful, Godly man. I hope God guides me to do right by my children as I want them to have every desire of their hearts met and for them to be blessed from the top of their heads to the soles of their feet.
Thank you for reading and commenting on my blogs and for letting me get to share my thoughts with you. Marlena B.
