Bestill my (Mother’s) Heart
Yesterday I visited an area travel clinic for the necessary immunizations for my upcoming trip to Israel and Jordan. Three shots later, I couldn’t lift my arms to put on my jacket. The woman at the clinic explained to my rambunctious, misbehaving boys that “Mommy may be grumpy tomorrow because her arms hurt” and encouraged them to “Be good and help out, maybe by making lunch.” Ryan took this edict to heart.
This afternoon, he came to tell me he was making my lunch… “and don’t come in the kitchen.” (Words sure to bring pause to every Mother’s heart). And then, after what seemed like an eternity, during which I tried to stay busy, the moment arrived; lunch was ready. I must admit, I was a bit worried. Ryan’s meals usually consist of some sort of trail mix and an unusually large serving of fruit… and he had already told me this lunch included cheese (This when he explained to me the spot on his shirt was the “sprinkle cheese” we sometimes shake onto popcorn.) So, I was thinking trail mix, fruit, and shakeable cheese – and worrying how I would choke it down.
There was a ham and cheese sandwich, a clementine orange, almost 2 ounces of lettuce (he weighed it), and a very flavorful cup of hot tea: 2 tea bags in not quite 2/3 cup of water, and there next to it all stood one very proud seven-year-old boy!
Bestill my Mother’s Heart: he’s growing up, he’s gaining independence, and he’s developing such a good heart!
What I found, set out ever so nicely on the table for me, was nothing of the sort.
There was a ham and cheese sandwich, a clementine orange, almost 2 ounces of lettuce (he weighed it), and a very flavorful cup of hot tea: 2 tea bags in not quite 2/3 cup of water, and there next to it all stood one very proud seven-year-old boy!
Bestill my Mother’s Heart: he’s growing up, he’s gaining independence, and he’s developing such a good heart!