Thursday, August 03, 2006
...my seven-month-old little boy!
The way he chatters and sings (but never cries) before falling asleep in his crib
How he plays and squeals contently (but never cries) when he awakens from his naps
His new practice of pushing down the sides of his crib bumper to peer between the crib slats so he can take in all the sights of his bedroom
The way he greets me with a grin that employs every bit of his face when I enter his room
The adoration in his eyes as he gazes at me while I sing him a lullaby
His squeals and shrieks and belly laughs as he plays peek-a-boo around the chair with his big sister
The funny faces he makes, including his funny little nose wrinkles
But the sweetest thing of all is the way these things fill my heart and nourish my soul in a way that nothing else can. These mother-child experiences that words simply cannot capture must surely be God’s well-planned design intended to soothe the day-to-day frustrations and fatigue of motherhood.