I’ve never been one to journal. But, if ever there were a
time to start, that time is now. I am a wife and a mother but I honestly feel like I am still
17 and just “playing house”. I wouldn’t trade this life for anything in the
whole world. I am blessed beyond measure. God is good.
When you become a parent you start to understand other
parents. Before I was a mom myself I was easily annoyed by people who talked
about their children all of the time. I am now that person. My son is truly my
pride and joy. There are no words to describe how crazy he can make me, but
also how crazy I am about him. So, appropriately, most of my writing will be
about my sweet Titus. Consider yourself warned.
I could journal about so many things he does: new words he
is saying (my favorite is woodeedee, aka weed-eater), the way he says “Jana.
Hair. Cut.” every time we drive by the shop where he gets his hair cut (despite
the fact that I have never once pointed it out to him). But, tonight I think I
was more amazed by him than I have ever been.
As is our nightly ritual, Titus and I watched his favorite
Elmo skit (Elvis Costello and Elmo sing about the number 2; get your mind out of the gutter… it’s the actual
number 2) approximately five times in a row. Finally, I told him that after one
more time, Titus would need to go night-night. So, the one more time came and
went, and we headed for the rocking chair in his room. Again, as usual, we
rocked and prayed. When I said “amen” Titus started singing “Jeeeeesssuuuuuh”,
prompting me to sing the rest, “…us loves me, this I know!” After the song was
through we sat rocking quietly in the dark for several minutes when Titus and I
had this conversation:
Titus: “mommy?”
Me: “yes?”
Titus: “God. Hold you.”
Wow.
