My small group of 3rd grade boys at church created these while we talked about "the greatest commandment."
Ryan turned ten years old today.
May 26th, 2002. I can vividly see that crying, wide-eyed perfect little bundle they placed on my chest. "There you are." I saw his perfect face clearly thru my tears; tears brought on by both the glorious agony of labor and delivery, and the unabashed joy of meeting him for the first time. He was remarkable. So beautiful that mere minutes after a hard delivery I heard myself say to Jonathan, "I can't wait to do this again."
That moment, his arrival onto this planet and into my arms, was ten years ago today. I remember it with more clarity than perhaps any other single moment in my life. Doesn't seem possible that a decade has passed.
He is, daily, a joy and delight. Sometimes his kindness and his insight make me tear up with the same emotion I had on that day he was born. That moment 10 years ago, I was a participant in the joy of his birth. Everyday since, I have had the joy of participating in the building of a man. I am so grateful for this young man of character that calls me Mom.
"How much were all these?!?" my six year old asks, as I present my library card to check out our first summer-time haul of library books.
All these years, all these library trips...she thought I was giving the librarian my check card.
Things about being mom that I adore:
-overhearing others brag on my kids
-that Dylan takes great pride in making my cup of coffee in the mornings
-that I've successfully taught them how to do some things on their own and I no longer have to cut boy toenails
-Lauryn asking "Can we lay in bed and talk?"
-Ryan emailing me to tell me he loves me and to share thoughts about scriptures he's reading (finally letting him have an email account has been such a great relational tool)
-learning small ways to make their day and then doing it even if they don't deserve it
|It was just supposed to be puddle jumping. Dylan turned it into a mud fight.|
|1-2-3-Jump! Landing the simultaneous splash!|
My kids are city dwellers. There's just no getting around it; their comfort zone is fenced in backyards and sidewalks.
But sometimes I want them to get a little dirt under their fingernails. Enter: The Hill
That's what we've affectionately dubbed, well, a hill, at a park on the other side of town. We stumbled on The Hill one Labor Day when were picnicking with friends. There's trees, dirt, rocks (manmade busted up concrete), weeds, scurrying critters....and some trash and broken glass and probable homeless dwellings that one must overlook. But we love The Hill!
I spent last Sunday afternoon playing on The Hill with the kids while Jonathan was home manning our Open House. (Oh yeah. Sidenote: Come buy our house.)
The kids got beautifully scratched up legs and arms. The boys immediately found big sticks (why do boys always do that?) to wave around menacingly. They made up explorer names like "Toxic" and "Inferno", and "Bella". Real intimidating Lauryn. They made up war cries to call out to one another through the forest. They got dirty and stinky and put a few stains on their clothes. And this reluctant city dweller Mama loved it.
Headed up the hill:
|Can you see the explorers there in the middle of The Hill?|