Posts tagged eyes of a child

Lasso the snow

Texas is experiencing show this week.  But today the snow seems to be drifting a bit to the south of the DFW area.  When this was told to Josh, I asked him to Lasso the snow up North so we could have some. He explained:

My Lasso is broken.  Seems like we won’t get any today.

:(

Fear Not

Joshua was riding to school today when he glanced over to the car next to us and saw a little girl who was also probably on her way to school.  We were stopped at a stop light and for a few moments they both stared at each other.  As we both took off in different directions Joshua proceeds with the following conversation:

You know why I was pointing my finger up at her… I was telling her to Fear Not, God is with her.

From the mouth of a child…

Dear ‘You know who you are’,

I’m sorry for being angry
I’m sorry for being fearful
God controls all situations
Including this one now…
I’m done being scared
I’m done being angry
I’m done hiding

Our lives are amazing and filled with joy,
The boundaries asked, please don’t ignore.

Our discretion is advised
As we see Josh’s eyes.

Thank you for listening
And God Bless you in this world.

cutting in line

This mornings conversation with Dear Son involved learning about why we do not cut in line.  Seems Dear Son always thought the space other children left in the line was space specifically left for HIM and for him alone!  Gwenn went on to explain the purpose of personal space and how superhero’s can work best from the back of the line due to increased vision of those in need.

We’ll see how this goes…

Batman aka Dear Son

Over the last week Batman has moved into our house, you should know Batman has assumed a new alias: Dear Son.  Every morning he wakes up and asks,

“Can I put on my Batman costume?”

Depending on if he has to go to school of not, the answer is usually:

“Yes.”

Batman, aka Dear Son, now watches TV with us, eats dinner with us, walks the dogs with us and most wonderfully before we walk into any room – checks for Bad Guys.  Should they exist he is sure to clear out the room and make it safe.  I am glad to have Batman on my side.

I wish I was a little bit taller

Recently Dear Son has become infatuated with growing taller.  Last Saturday morning when he awoke, he came into our bedroom and the following conversation occured:

Son: Look how much taller I am?
Us: what?!?
Son: Can you tell, I grew much taller in my sleep… Overnight?
Us: OH WOW, look at you.
Son: I know, look how much TALLER I AM!!!
Us: I KNOW, WOW! How did you get so tall, just overnight?
Son: I slept really GOOD and now LOOK how tall I am…

These types of conversations are now occurring frequently after each nap or in the morning when he awakes.  It truly is precious.  I am really starting to get convinced he is growing taller!

What’s In A Name

A little and A lot!

Dear Son decided he wanted to begin calling Gwenn and myself ‘momma’ and ‘mommy.’  For those who don’t know, Dear Son is my adopted nephew who has now officially been living with us for almost a year and who’s adoption went through legally in April of 2008.

When Dear Son made this proclamation he was so happy and you could tell his heart was melting with joy.  You see, everyday he sees and hears the children at school talk about “mom’s, mommies, momma’s” and inside we could tell he was feeling left out, misplaced, confused.  The discussion begain about ‘mommies,’ what they are, who they are, their role in a family.  Last night, Dear Son decided he wanted to start calling us officially his ‘mommies.’

To all you mommies out there… take that name with joy and pride, there was a little boy who has been waiting for 3.5 years to truly understand what a momma and mommy is and I will wear the name with honor and do my best to love him, teach him and care for him always!

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Cloud Images

w:Clouds over w:Mauna Loa as seen from Saddle RoadImage via Wikipedia

We were driving to grandma and grandpa’s over this past 4th of July holiday weekend, when Dear Son excitedly blurted from the back seat “I see a sheep in the clouds!” Gwenn and I paused for a moment and looked at each other, this was his first cloud image. We both got so excited and started playing along with him. The game continued on the rest of the afternoon randomly whenever anyone saw an image in the clouds. By the end of the afternoon we had seen, flying dogs, race cars, sharks and much much more. It was such a moment of joy to see his imagination at work and for us to remember that childhood fun.

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New Wonders

Bobbejaanland, 1988

Image via Wikipedia

This weekend our family enjoyed 2 wonderful play dates for Dear Son.  It was so great to see him interact with children his own age and watch them in amusement and imagination.

On Saturday we attended a local festival full of music, bounce houses, great food and new friends.  On Sunday, we enjoyed swimming, great food, bubbles, tractor rides, good conversation at an old friends house whom we are getting to know better.

All these activities left me tired, but thankful for friends and people who are willing to open up their lives and let my family into theirs.  At times, I can be very closed to new situations and moments, however, this weekend reminded me that I need to be willing to try new adventures, be spontaneous again, and show Dear Son it is OK to sometimes stay up past his bed time.  It is the sparkle in the eyes and the new wonders that keeps life fun and magical in the mist of all the routine and chaos.

So thank you friends for reaching out!

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Cycled Toys

In our family we have a process called ‘cycling toys.’  This process allows us to keep the amount of toys manageable within the household.  The process of cycling toys has generally gone unnoticed to Dear Son until this last cycle.

What we do it take a few of the toys we notice Son has not been playing with for a month or so and place them in a storage bin and take out the previously cycled toys for play.  This allows us the keep toys with a sense of fresh [new] in the house and his imagination fresh and learning, without always having to buy him new toys.

This past weekend I felt as if it was time to change up his toy and train track table in our living room.  This is usually cleaned up each Sunday as part of our chores; however this Sunday was going to be different, I made the decision to change up the train track design, cars, buildings and people on the table.  This was quite an eye opener to Dear Son, he was so excited, it was as if it was Christmas in June.  He had actually remembered that Santa brought him the yellow helicopter which replaced the white one which went in the ‘cycle bin.’  He was extremely exited to come home and play with the new setup after school on Monday.  He even was jumping up and down when he saw the airport landing strip set up with the toy airplane.

As I sat back and watched his outward enthusiasm continue to raise, his smile get bigger and bigger.  I realized, sometimes it is the little things we do for our children that they appreciate the most.

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