December 19, 2012

boy meets world

I used to be his whole world.  I used to wish I weren't.  Give me a minute, I would think, and sometimes say, to his fuzzy little head as it bobbed around my legs by the stove.  He never would abide by my wishes, and I continued to trip over him while skipping from the bubbling sauce to the browning rolls.

And now, I am no longer his whole world.  Bright has made relationships outside the home, with good little boys for whom I am grateful every day.  My son talks on and on for hours about these relationships, and the computer games and action heroes and (lame) jokes that bind them.  He has picked up some of their nuances, and they his.  This is the stuff that will contextualize his entire existence from here on out (until he meets Miss Right).

No matter how nice it is to see my kids thriving, it would also be nice, just one more time, to trip over Bright in the kitchen... 


  1. This just made me smile really wide. Bright, you are something special. And so is your momma. :)

  2. I sooooo relate to this one. How I longed for them to get bigger- when now all the sudden they are big. And I find myself thinking about what their friendships will look like in 10 years. Wow.

  3. Sigh. I get so annoyed with those moments in the kitchen. Lord, slow my pace and increase my gratitude.

  4. Dear Kayla~

    The post I saw on my reader feed seems to have vanished. :) However, let me say you have a fellow wearied traveler on the other side of the globe today. I can't offer more than an echoed sigh and a hearty shoulder grip: He's GOT to equip us for this! :)