Dinner conversation is also always an interesting time in our home. We usually have Bailey sitting there, too interested in dissecting his dinner and Brendan is talking non stop around the milk mustache he sports so well every night. The outline for kindergarten this year is dinosaurs, Brendan has became very knowledgeable about these extinct creatures, so educated that he informs me at dinner, "mom, am i smart because I know dinosaurs are stink?" I swallow my bite of rice before choking with laughter and reply, "stink?" As soon as I say it aloud, it hits me...EXTINCT. I correct him and reassure him of just how smart he is and enjoy the smile that spreads from ear to ear with the milk mustache in tow.
Bath time last night...Bailey is a big boy now and does not take baths except for weekends when he can play in them. Brendan still wants a bath, so Bailey has showered and his tucked in tightly for the night. Brendan is in the bath tub and I am finishing up dishes and tell him to have his hair wet and be ready when I come in to wash him. I finish up and head into the bathroom. I walk in and see Brendan face down blowing bubbles with his mouth and all I can see is a small blinding white little butt staring up at me, I giggle and announce myself. He turns over and finally gets his hair wet and starts jabbering on and on. I am on my knees bent over the side of the tub washing his hair and I have to stop myself and stand up and stretch my back. Brendan looks at me and asks, "mom, does your back hurt?" I look down at him and he looks like he could burst out into tears at any second. I answer him and tell him that it hurts from work, but it will be fine, just pray for me. He says, "I have to tell you something." I wait and he starts..."today at school, at recess, me and my friends were playing a game that goes, you step on a crack, you break your mother's back. I am sorry, I won't play that game ever again." I look down at him wanting to laugh and reassure him it is only a game and him playing that game is not the issue with my back. Then, I look at him and see the remorse and hurt in his little eyes and my heart smiles. Looking at him, I realize I am so blessed to have my boys! They are beautiful loving souls and I am thankful for the warmth they give me and the love I receive from them.
So, in conclusion, as I sit here writing this blog and listen to my children argue over what to watch and whose umbrella is cooler, I try and always think of loving souls that exist in those two bouncing baby boys! They truly are the light of my life and will bless many others long after i am "stink". :)
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