My little boyfriend...

"Momma, you go upstairs and blog!! We'll finish your chores today." a smile spread across his sweet lips and the twinkle in his eyes confirmed his sincerity.

"But...but...I've got to.."

"No, go upstairs!"

The miles that little brain has traveled these past few days! His scruffy brown hair and dirty feet proudly pronounce he is all boy!

Over the past several weeks, I've watched his eyes wide with wonder as he hit that baseball like a wild man swatting at a mosquito! Catching pop fly balls and peering over at the bleachers to see if we saw him get that one out...again.

Contesting on that final championship Bible Quiz game and...yes..he was correct! Receiving the trophy that set his team apart from all others in the State.

He likes to be good...at whatever he does. My little, competitive man.

Oh, the amazing wonder of being his momma!

Sometimes...like this morning, when I received an enormous kiss from his eight-year old lips, I feel a little like the girl on the playground that was brought a love-note from her favorite secret admirer. My heart skips a beat and I know that I'm special to him.

I've been told by sister that there is a friend-girl that he's claiming. Hmmm....not so sure about this. Right now, I want that position. I know what brings smiles to my boy. I like to woo him. I like to feel his arms around my shoulders...squeezing tight! I enjoy the love notes and best momma letters he gives me.

I tenderly watch him care for his siblings. Playing tumble with Luke and baseball with Lincoln. Legos and house with Anna. Watching him read a book to her and hearing them both laugh out loud at the story.

Then there are those moments that are not so fun. Correcting when needed. That look of "I'm sorry, Mom" and sometimes a note of apology given. Hushing that distasteful undertone....learning the importance of kindness and respect. Tears of repentance that follows.

Hearing the seriousness of prayer in his whispered voice. Knowing that there are those special times, when he's usually not aware, that God has used that young voice to speak to peace to my soul. I've never ceased to be amazed at those times. Only God knew I needed to hear that!

I look into his eyes and see some of me...but mostly his daddy. I like that. I see a heart that is tender and sincere. Though there is much growing up to do, I am beginning to see a man emerge.

So..I take him in my arms and hold him...just like the day he was placed there by Dr. Ball on that beautiful October night. I snuggle close to face and just savor the moment....knowing that, all too soon, he will be graduating into the adult that I've prayed eighteen years for him to be.

Who knows where the direction of God's plan will lead him?

Just now he rushes upstairs and announces the completion of the housework. Even to the small details of "hanging up your clothes and putting the twins clothes up...wiping down the counter top and sweeping the house clean."


I certainly cannot lay claim to Best Momma of the Year Award. I know my faults. I'm too familiar with my insecurities and shortcomings as a mother. But this thing I know.....

Like Dave Ramsey, I am blessed beyond what I deserve!