"Behold, children are a heritage from the Lord, the fruit of the womb is a reward."
As I look back on the last 16 years, there have been laughs, tears, hard times, good times, and I am thankful to God for each and every day I get to spend with my son.
Nathan injured himself over the weekend and during the last three days, I am reminded of Luke 10 where Jesus was at dinner with Martha and Mary. Martha busied herself attending to all of the household chores and cooking while Mary sat at the feet of Jesus and lavished her attention on Him.
I took off a few days to make sure that Nate didn't have to get up onto his leg every couple of minutes. I could have gotten so much done around the house, cleaning, laundry, all that tedious stuff we hate to do. Instead, I made sure the ice pack was ready, taking it back and forth to the freezer, taking care of the fickle dogs that wanted in and out all day, and getting Nate food and medicine. We sat around and watched movies and tv shows, cuddled on the couch (he'll hate that I put that in there), and I became the "backseat sniper" on his video game - pointing out his targets for him (yes, I know he needs no help in that area). As aggrevating as I was with that, he just laughed at me and we just enjoyed 3 days of being slugs.
Oh don't be fooled, the devil kept throwing around Prov 6:9, but I kept coming back to the fact that my baby bird will be leaving the nest in a few years and I cherish all the cuddle time I can get with him. For a few years, there was a lot of arguments and termoil in this house over school, and this last year was a magnificent change for Nate. He's growing up and I am so proud of him and so completely blessed to see the young man he is growing up to be. I truly love him and thankful for the relationship we have.
Parents, take the time to let your kids know how much you love them. You may think they know, but sometimes they need to hear the words uttered on your lips.
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