Eight years ago today, I was introducing a bouncy blonde two year old to her new baby brother. She loved him (still does, most days)!
Her daddy kept her busy and the nurses laughing as they rode the little cart up and down the hall while my little man and I got to know each other.
I still see those sweet little baby cheeks and broomstick eyelashes as he slept with his hands behind his head and new baby legs bunched up. I think that's part of being a mommy. No matter how big, how tall, how manly he becomes, I will still see my little man and that toothless grin drooling at me. :)
But I'm getting ahead of myself.
He hasn't graduated highschool yet or even got his driver's permit... he's just had his 8th birthday.
He described his birthday plans in great detail to us: donuts for breakfast, open presents after breakfast, play with presents most of the day, Applebees for dinner (chosen for their free birthday dessert - our good little Dutch boy!) and homemade ice cream cake (made to his specifications) followed by The Lego Movie.
With only a few minor changes, most of his plans came to fruition. Air soft guns played with, Legos put together, and ice cream cake named - Oreo Central! (recipe here)
The other evening we were chatting together as a family. A bit of a debate was going on between the two older children with "People are equal to animals" being the controversial topic. It was wonderful to get to discuss and hear each one use logic and explain their position. Their daddy and I kept bringing that pesky question "why?" to wreck their thought process! As their understanding began to light up their faces, the questions and topics just snowballed.
"If people are more important than animals, what happens if an animal gets sick or has a disease that can't be treated? Is it okay to put them to sleep?"
"What if Grandpa gets sick, is okay to do the same? Why or why not?"
"Mommy, remember that guy Saul and how God told him that he had to kill all living things; men, women, children, animals and he didn't do it? Then Samuel saw he disobeyed God and got mad? Why does obedience matter more than sacrifice?"
Yes, my little man. If you disobey His instructions even when you are doing a great thing for God, He cares more about your obedience than your great plans.
So, that baby with those newborn scrunchy legs and broomstick eyelashes? He still amazes me with those eyes; except now I get to probe his mind and teach him as I try to answer his infinte questions.
Best. Job. Ever.
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