There are some things as a Mother that I find myself saying that I never would have imagined coming out of my mouth before having children. There are also some things that come out of my children's mouths that I never expected to hear as well. Take tonight for instance. We all went out to eat as a family. As we were sitting around the table waiting on our meals, Jonah looks at Joe and out of nowhere says, "Are you really my Daddy?"
I was sitting there with my mouth hanging open, trying to come up with a response when Joe just as quickly responds, "Well son, that is what your Mom tells me." Sometimes Joe's sense of humor makes me want to kick him, but that is not the point here.
As I was trying to figure out where the question had come from, I realized that we were sitting directly across from a large mirror. From where Jonah was sitting he had a direct view of Joe's reflection. He was trying to figure out if his Daddy was the man sitting beside him or the reflection he saw in front of him.
It gave us a good laugh, but also made me very thankful for the choices that Joe and I have made in our lives. It sure makes the answer for the "who is my Daddy" question a whole lot simpler than the answer that some mothers have to come up with.
The braggings of a busy Mom of her precious gifts from God: her hubby and four boys.
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Friday, May 20, 2011
Thursday, December 30, 2010
Mother~Son Love?
At some point early this morning Jonah snuck into my bed. When I woke up he was snuggled up next to me sleeping away. As I lay there watching him sleep he stirred and said, "Bye, I love you....byyyeeee, I looovee you!"
When he opened his eyes and looked up at me he had such a sad little look on his face. I said, "Sweetie were you having a bad dream?" He shook his head no and said "It was a good dream. I dreamed you were leaving and I was going to spend the whole day with Daddy."
My response? GET OUT OF MY BED!
When he opened his eyes and looked up at me he had such a sad little look on his face. I said, "Sweetie were you having a bad dream?" He shook his head no and said "It was a good dream. I dreamed you were leaving and I was going to spend the whole day with Daddy."
My response? GET OUT OF MY BED!
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