Jack is my baby, my son, the smaller image of the man I fell in love with, and the larger image of incredible joy. How do they go from cradle to superhero in the blink of an eye? With Jack I see the joy of God and the laugh of the Spirit. I love how he can still curl up in my arms for his daily cuddles with blurry-morning-eyes and tousled hair. I love how he is trying t-ball and basketball and spending the night with friends but he still brings his blue teddy bear to breakfast. I love how I've seen a love for Christ early in his little life; an absolute trust that God is who He says He is and will do what He says He will do. He used to hear prayer requests and then immediately pray, "Lord thank you for making (name) feel better" "Thank you for giving (name) a job." Part of it was the fact he was young, but he's shown me since then that he really does trust God. I also love his compassion and the fact that he thinks anyone's heart will heal with a good laugh. When Emma was stressed about going to the dentist yesterday, he danced a crazy dance just to make her giggle. He's always quick to give a hug when one of his sisters is in tears. Even as I type this I hear Emma making him watch a dance move she learned and his little voice saying, "That's awesome!" Sure he jumps on my furniture, but he's protecting our house from some very vicious villains and yes, toots and burps are extremely funny in his world, but there is probably enough seriousness in ours for the moment. Some days all his energy and constant chatter provides a bit of distraction for math and reading and well any task really, but that same little mouth never fails to say "I love you Mommy" when I need it most. Lord, thank you for my son. Please correct me when I try to "fix" him and fill me with the perseverance to continually cover his life in prayer to know You and love You with all his heart, soul, and mind all the days of his life.
"I also love his compassion and the fact that he thinks anyone's heart will heal with a good laugh." I think you're right. There IS so much seriousness in my (our?) type-A, introverted world; a bit of Jack's methods might do me a speck of good. Maybe it's because I remember changing this little man's diapers, but I just cannot believe how quickly he has become just that - a little man! With ABS!
ReplyDeletePrecious. And does sound amazingly like his father! I do love little boys!! Isn't it a blessing to be given both boys and girls to parent?
ReplyDeleteNicole-I think you are so right! His gift to me is to just relax and enjoy the blessing of life! And Jay will be so proud you noticed his cut abs because even though you can count every one of his ribs and he should probably be in a five-point car seat still, he really does have a six-pack! :)
ReplyDeleteJenny-That is so insightful to be thankful for the chance to parent both girls and boys! A true blessing! I was so shocked I was growing a boy the third time I had to change his name from Meg Caroline to Jack!