this boy. oh my.

This boy.

Right now he’s laying half on top of me. His limbs twitch in his sleep and he likes to snore in my ear.  But I wouldn’t miss this.

Yesterday was hard. His legs are short and the mountain air was thin. He struggled to keep up. The food was strange. The air is dry. He tried hard to hide behind his handheld screen.

There were tears…

I love this boy

 

…and laughter.

He fights me on everything.

Not out of dark rebellion, but more as a sparring partner. He is strong willed and quick witted. Our battles are more a way for him to measure his strength. He is like a young lion cub practicing his fighting moves against the elder of the pack.

He questions.

He obsesses.

He demands perfection and struggles to comprehend Grace.

And then this.

Sprawled in the darkness of a hotel room, he slumbers in peace. Sweetness. Gentleness. A calm before another storm.

I breathe deeply and remember.

This boy. He calls me mom.

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Susan Baker
I have a passion for encouraging weary worn out mothers to find joy in everyday motherhood and peace in unlikely places. I have two elementary school boys, one nerdy husband, and two cats. I have a strange fascination for bad puns, the color pink, socks, and books. I worry about running out of toilet paper, wine, and chocolate.. I serve an amazing God. I live an ordinary life filled with wonder.
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