Unexpected Surprise and My Child's Love Language

This week has been a welcome opportunity to share a little one-on-one time with Tiger A as I mentioned earlier this week. Of course, the first dillema is missing time with Tiger B. The only consilation is he is having a blast at Basketball Camp. Otherwise, Tiger A and I are enjoying our unusual week together.

This afternoon I was reminded of how much Tiger A loves animals and even snakes! Evident here with his sheer bliss over this snake.



But it was this morning that took my breath away....

The moment came unexpectedly. Like this morning realizing yet another sign of my child's love language... Cinnamon Rolls!



Well, I knew this already. From the days I used to make them homemade more often. Today, his enthusiasm was unmatched as he asked me to repeat the fact that he could have a Cinnamon Roll the size of a basketball for the second time this week.

He chose the big high tables and after his Cinnamon Roll party, I worked with him on his Sunday School lesson. Loved the individual time to hear his answer to these questions. Like what are you good at doing? He said: writing, reading and math. I loved hearing this. Then we talked about what he wanted to work on - I also loved his answer. He knows himself well. Later, we prayed about this together.

As I wrapped his hand around the pencil and then mine over his, I was fully expecting to hear "Mommy, I know how to do this." Instead, we proceeded. Me leading the way - reinforcing - like we've done for a couple of years - on and off. And holding his hand with pencil to write... "Don't let go of my hand Mommy." And I didn't.

He isn't afraid to take my hand. To get help - sometimes. He is affectionate with his family and friends. Yet, today was a quick reminder that as big as they're getting and as quickly as it is all going, they do love when Mommy gives a hand. They do need that extra hug and reassurance even if it is the steady of a pencil from Mommy.

This stayed with me. Because I realized I could hear myself - "Father please do not let go of my hand." If only I thought like this on a day-to-day basis. God I am/we're in your hands.

Reminding me of the "Blind Boys of Alabama" song "Take My Hand" -

"Take my hand and let me guide you
Take my hand when you're alone
Take my hand and let me guide you
Take my hand to lead you home."

These Cherubs, my precious boys, teach me so much more than I ever imagined. May I always learn the lesson from them! :)

Warmly,

Twins' Big 8 RE-Party

Big 8 Twins

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Change Has Come

Look At Those Dinosaurs

The Whole World

Jaws

Really

As this school year is half-way complete, I cannot comprehend that these, the Cherubs, will be turning "8" years old shortly.

This fall we were on a school field trip to the NC Museum of Sciences. They absorbed e.v.e.r.y.t.h.i.n.g quite literally. I love their thirst for knowledge. Their eagerness to learn all things dinosaurs, historic and weather and life related.

As they studied the revolving world at the museum, I couldn't help think about their lives and how they will help change this world. Their hearts are big and the questions are getting harder to answer.

And I am realizing at a rapid rate, that I can't right all the wrong in this world much longer. The bubble of reality is near.

Mountain Man can't either. This was starkly apparent on Martin Luther King Day, when we had listened to the entire speech of MLK, with my narrating to the boys along. Finally, we were at that moment, I had to tell them about the assassination.

I really wanted to sugar-coat it, wait until they were older, maybe not mention something so wrong. Nonetheless, truth won out and they were informed. First they pelted me with why didn't Mountain Man, or I or President Bush or some.one do something about it. Then Mountain Man was supposed to fix it because 'Daddy, that is not right!' [of course, in some way the next day, Inauguration Day, something was done about it.]

Though I cannot change the past, I can change today. I can focus on what matters most today.

Yet, I can take time everyday to proverbially rock the cradle that rules the world some day, I can give my very best answer right then and there. And if I don't have one, I know how to pray for one. Most importantly, I now how to direct them to the One who has all the answers.

Now, just a few short months later, the changes in these two are subtle and then they are glaring that this life is short and it is G.O.O.D, too.

So I will listen, and answer, and read and teach and pray with these Tigers each day because change has come. And it will come that one day, they will answer these hard questions, and make a difference and change the world.

Truly, I am blessed and eternally grateful whether I look back over the past few months or the last eight (gasp) years.

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What change has come your way? What change are you looking for today?

Warmly,