Just a snippet from one of our afternoons. Messes are encouraged and clothing is optional. I truly hope they will remain the best of friends. I often have to remind her she’s not his mommy, and she sheepishly replies, “I forget I’m not his mommy sometimes”. If you ask her what she wants to be when she grows up, she will usually reply, a super hero mommy. Honestly, some days I wish I had super powers of my own. And Alden is a dynamic package of dichotomies. He is the most loving, gentle, adoring, wrecking ball, firecracker of an impatient mess I’ve ever laid eyes on. And I wouldn’t change a hair on his curly head. He thinks she hung the moon, and follows her like a shadow, mimicking her every move.
Thank you Jesus for these two blessings that call me momma. Thank you for the responsibility of moulding them into decent human beings. It’s not easy. And I fail miserably some days. But Lord I pray that days like these will outweigh the others.
