Doesn’t seem that long ago…..
I once knew a girl who had a baby boy—a beautiful fair-haired, blue-eyed little one he was. Her heartbeat, she called him.
Then, two and a half years later, she had another darling son—sweet olive-skinned “peanut” with the biggest eyes you’ve ever seen on a baby boy.
And, four years later, overjoyed , she welcomed a third Little-One-in-Blue into her world—preciously plump and heaven fresh, with the most angelic smile.
That girl I knew, she loved the whole “baby thing.” She knew when the cute infant clothes were on sale at the mall, and the perfect brand of pureed mush to feed her toothless treasures.
She adored her life of legos and trains, of Hotweels and board-books. And—rocking sleeping babies in her arms—these were the moments she lived for.
Those boys of hers, they grew.
Tweens and teens.
Into adult young men.
And she laughed, and cried, and prayed, and loved them through it all.
Mysterious how that girl walked so quietly out of my life.
She never said “Goodbye.” Never slammed the door behind her.
She was just gone.
And, oh how there are days when I miss her profoundly.
Today, I am getting to know another girl. A woman she is.
This woman I know, she can still look into the face of her 22 year old son and see a giggly, red-cheeked little boy playing peek-a-boo. His laughter forever at home in her heart.
And, this woman—she also gets to call a 20 year man-child her son. The son who still has those big, big eyes. The eyes she always saw in her own reflection, but never appreciated—she now sees in her son and admires—and the spirit behind the eyes ever so much more.
And, if that wasn’t blessing enough—God smiled on her a third time, allowing another cherub to call her mom. Right in the center of teendome, he’s her baby and she adores him. He’ll be 16 soon, and she wonders—where the years have faded?
This woman I know, she’s grateful—ever-grateful—for her three beautiful sons.
And yet—she can’t help but fondly remember a girl she once knew.
“How’d it get so late so soon?
It’s night before it’s afternoon,
December is here before it’s June,
My goodness how the time has flewn,
How did it get so late so soon?”
~ Dr. Seuss
Thank you friends for indulging this sentimental mama’s heart today, as her middle son turns 20. ♥
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