Friday, December 7, 2012

Those Three Little Words

Two posts in one night?  Who'd a thunk it?  Not me, but I could not let this linger in my brain too long, for fear of losing the tenderness of the moment.

It is extremely rare to hear the words "I love you" from my son, Benjamin. Tonight, however, he absolutely melted my heart!  Made my day!  Caused my heart to sing!

He and his sister like to have "sleep overs" in each other's room.  Earlier this evening, he'd been quite a pill (disrespect is our current issue) and I was on the brink of banning the request.  As happens too often, I caved, but this time, it was entirely worth it.

They were only into the night 15 minutes and Ben was already asking for his sister to go back to her room.  It can be impossible to squelch her chatter.  This time, it was her burping in his face (oh, where are the manners?!).  I was a little surprised; after all, he's a boy.  He burps and makes pooters all the time!

Anyway, I sent a tearful - well, actually, wailing - little girl back to her room.  I asked Ben if he would not be willing to give her another chance.  Yes, he said, but requested they sleep on the floor.  I relented and as I was laying his comforter down, gathering pillows and blankets and getting them settled, he said those magic words.  Not once, not twice, but three times!

He not only said the words but gave me a wonderful, lingering hug around my middle - another coveted and infrequent display of his affection.  He explained to me the three little words "came to his brain and so he said them to me - they were 'a note from God'." Truly!

Because Time Flies

The saying goes there are only two things certain in life:  Death and Taxes.  I beg to differ; I believe there is a third and it is called Change.  It's one thing you can absolutely count on, whether it's welcome, invited, or not!!  And with children, it simply cannot be avoided and that's a good thing!

As parents, we do not wish to see our children remain in any one phase their entire lives.  Oh, sure, some phases seem more delightful than others -- that sweet, innocent phase of infancy when they coo and gurgle, laugh with sparkly eyes, and snuggle close in your arms.  Or that charming moment they take their first steps, manage a spoon independently, lose their first tooth, read their first sentence, or learn to tie their shoes... but you wouldn't really want it to end there, would you?  No, me either.

From the commencement of parenthood, I have heard repeatedly how time flies when raising children.  Don't blink!  Slow down!  Before you know it, they will have graduated, moved on, married, and have children of their own...

Sigh.  It's true.  A little over 6 years ago, I became a mom to the most precious boy, Benjamin.  A mere 17 months later, his baby sister, Elizabeth, came along.  Those first few years were definitely a time of challenge and change.  Parenting is not for the faint of heart!  Along with those challenges, however, have been countless moments of joy, pride, and a swelling of the heart when I see either of my children get it - whatever it may be.

My memory only gets less dependable with each successive year, and even though I'd like to think I really will remember events, I know I won't.  And so, I wish to chronicle their growth in a manner that will allow me to revisit those special accomplishments because, as we know, time flies all too fast.