Forget about me..

Most nights the lil man has a story of some kind.  This particular night it happened to be the scriptures.  After a chapter I made sure he was snug as a bug, and got my evening kiss and hug.  I listen to his prayers, which are sometimes very short and to the point, others sweet and heartfelt, asking for help, good dreams, happy attitude, and things like that.  This night was one of those sweet, heartfelt kinda nights.  He prayed for our families saftey, and all the other things important at this age that he might need help with.  I came from his room kinda laughing to myself.  Thinkin how funny kids are.  Specifically, what they view as most important.

Leaning back in my comfy chair, which is right next to his bedroom door, I hear him.  "Mom, I don't remember when I lived in heaven with Jesus."  He does this to me every so often.  Asks me a question or makes a statement that totally catches me off guard. "I think they give u something right before you leave that makes you forget." I start thinking about what I have learned from my childhood. "Well they do do something to make you forget.  They call it a veil.  When u pass through it to come to earth it makes you forget about what its like in heaven." "Oh ok." Much to my suprise this answer satisfied his curiosity. Huh. Very proud of myself I get comfortable again, and go back to my project.

"Mom." A few minutes later. "Yes?" Trying so hard to not get mad.  Thinking this was going to be part of our nightly fight to go to bed. There was no humor in his voice, just curiosity. So I held my temper. "So what store can I buy a "veil" at?  I was thinking that if I got one of those I could use it when u ground me.  Then you would forget about grounding me." It was simply too much for me and I burst into laughter! I explained that they were not something you could purchase. Said goodnight one more time, and all was quiet...well almost.  Except for the occasional giggle that escaped everytime I thought about what he had said.

Everyday he makes me laugh.  It may be something just that simple.  Sometimes it's the gleam he gets in his eye right before he gets into mischief.  I thank my stars everyday that I have this amazing little man in my life.  He reminds me to smile.  What's that saying...Laughter is the best Medicine...I have to agree. :)

Who needs legs..

My amazingly sweet little man.  Sometimes I wonder what I did in heaven to deserve such a blessing.  Its been a rough couple of days/week for me.  He knows it.  Dishes pile a bit in the sink.  The floor doesn't get vacuumed.  Sometimes in a moment of self doubt he catches me in tears.  I want to be the "normal' mom.  You know the one who takes the kiddo to the movies, plays tag in the back yard, keeps the perfect house, independant, just for fun climbs into the treehouse to have a picnic with her smallish man.  But a different path was choosen for me.  One that relies heavily on others, and a chair to get where I need/want to go.  Not the life I dreamed...

In the middle of this pity party I feel a hand on my arm. This sweet little spirit reminds me of an offer he made me some time ago.  He offered me his legs.  Said they would be short, but better than the ones I have now.  He would just grow some new ones.  How sweet.  How selfless.  How amazing.  He is only 6! 

Bam! The sound of my heart exploding with love for this smallish little man.  Too touched to say anything.  Seeing more tears just causes him confusion.  Children think so differently than we do as adults.  He saw a problem, and came up with a seemingly simple solution.  So I cry about it?!  What could I say?  Words could not express what his gesture meant to me.  All I could do was hug him.

It's so funny how a tiny moment in a lifetime full of memories has changed my whole outlook.  I know I am loved.  Unconditionally.  I can do anything.  I see now that legs are really just a luxury.  The fact I rely on others for help just brings me closer to my family.  It gives us time to talk, laugh, and cherish.  Who knew I would really "love" them cause I want to, not just because I "have" to?  I am truly blessed with an awesome family, and a truly amazing little boy.  He is it.  My reason for change, my reason to push forward, my reason to make it.  Love my Sweet Baboo <3

Our story begins..

It's time to start sharing some of this crazy thing we call life. The story of one mommy and her sweet baboo... :) Why would I torment my little man with such an embarrasing title? Well it's like this, he has drug around one of my "silky" nighties, and sucked his thumb for the past 6 1/2 years.The Peanuts character (Charlie Brown), Linus does the same. Seemed fitting anyway, but it really stuck when I saw how flustered and red he got when I called him that! What can I say, that's how I roll. So now every morning and every night I make sure I get at least one kiss and one hug from "My Sweet Baboo". :)