My boys are growing up. We have a great, rowdy time together... but sometimes they surprise me still with the sweet love that exists only between mothers and their boys.
I treasure these moments! So often, I am forgotten as a mother of boys... our church celebrates mothers and daughters... fathers and daughters... fathers and sons... only my role has never been acknowledged... and although I laugh and say I don't care... I sometimes secretly do care...
My boys made up for it this month. I wouldn't trade being the mother of boys for any other honor...
Matthew began my sweet remembrance. Ephraim had to decorate a paper Christmas tree for school; and I dug out some old beads to use as jeweled lights. While Ephraim and I worked, Matthew mysteriously disappeared. About an hour later, Matthew brought me a hand-made paper envelope decorated with a Christmas tree he had drawn. I opened it, and found a bracelet made from jewels and string. My heart leaped, and images of so many hand-made gifts from Matthew over the years flew through my mind. He has always had such a sweet desire to make things for me... and I was so surprised and happy when my 11-year-old boy gave me one more bracelet he made himself... a remnant of his younger days.
Nathan was the second to pull at my heart strings. He went to the "Secret Santa" shop with enough money to buy gifts for everyone in the family. He was so excited when he got home, and wanted all of us to open our gifts right away! I relented, because I didn't want to dampen his excitement. I oohed and aaahed over his gift to me; as did the rest of the family with their gifts. Then, Nathan suprised me by saying, "I got you something else, Mommy." I was even more touched that he got me two gifts... and then he said the same thing three more times! I was so honored to be showered with so many gifts from my 8-year-old boy.
Ephraim... well, Ephraim is still my baby. He gives me moments every day, and I know I must hold onto them because he is growing up so fast! My favorite moments with him are at night; when he is lying in his bed and we are talking about his day. He is still willing to give me kisses, and I store them in my heart.
I am grateful beyond measure for my boys and their love.
2 comments:
Samantha,
You are such a wonderful mother of three great boys and I sincerely admire you! Mothers of boys should be recognized...to me it seems like a great challenge! I only hope I am a mom like you when or if the Lord blesses me with a child.
Shannon
I can still remember the moment the doctor said, "It's a boy!" in the delivery room(we didn't find out what we were having before hand). I was scared to death. I can remember saying, "Lord, I don't know what to do with a boy!" I had had a daughter for so long. I have been amazed at how much fun I can have playing trucks and tinker toys and action figures. I know now from having two boys, they are SO much fun! They are so much more laid back and less filled with drama than girls are. They are already logical in nature and have that somewhat territorial nature over protecting the things and people they love, yet they can be so sweet and gentle all at the same time. I am SO glad the Lord gave me two sons. Everyone keeps saying they hope this next baby is a girl. I do want Randol to have a sister, but I also know that if He chooses to give us another son, I will be just as excited and greatful because now I know what a blessing it is to have sons!
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