Caleb has been having a terrible time taking naps this week, and I'm just about at my wits end with him. He screams, cries, yells, and makes a ruckus, which then wakes Luke up. I've tried threats, going in the room multiple times, and telling him he needs to nap RIGHT NOW. This afternoon looked like another one of those days, so I just sat down right next to his bed, and stared at him. I have a pretty good stare, and he would close his eyes, then suddenly open them to see me staring at him. Finally, after about 20 mintues of me saying nothing and just sitting there and staring, he drifted off to sleep. Maybe I've been approaching this whole thing wrong. Maybe he just wants to know I'm there and it's feels comfortable (Or scary...since I'm staring at him!). But, whatever it is, I just sat there. And a million things went through my mind. I found myself praying for him, and thinking about how fast time is going. There's something about a sleeping baby or child that makes me reflect. Maybe it's the peacefulness of the moment. I don't know, but I was suddenly overwhelmed with emotion.
I remember Caleb sleeping just like our little Luke is right now. I don't know where the time has gone, or why it's going so fast. I thanked the good Lord for sending me these boys, for trusting me to take on the role of raising them. I asked for guidance, wisdom, and patience.
My greatest prayer and wish for my boys is that they are happy. And healthy. I want nothing more for them. I want to erase every bad thing that will ever happen to them. I want them to always know they're so special. I want them to be strong, compassionate, and forgiving. And I want them to know I love them more than words will ever express, always and forever.
"There are two lasting bequests we can give our children. One is roots. The other is wings."
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