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My heart is still
held in great wonder at a God who's blessing were given in boys.
Two fine boys may I
add.
Healthy,
plucky, strong and noble.
Lachlan
finds his way
to me early, before the sun, he puts his hand's to my cheek and whispers
"Mom, are you awake, do you want to
talk about hunting or guns?”
I know to cherish these times with my son, in
those dawn breaking moments, because some day he won't come to my room, or need
early morning whispers.
Jeriah
can laugh,
boyhood tumbling from his belly.
When it starts its contagious,
it is best just to join him on the floor and let his joy run over you. Take
him, the giggles and joy onto arms and treasure a moment of child laughter.
These
are my boys
Another thing I am enjoying, while it lasts, is a nursery
for two, a boys room to share.
Some day it will be a
smelly mess filled with beds for lengthy
teens, a place where a mother no longer treads.
Now in this room there are
treasures, a wardrobe I refinished for Roger long before he took me
as his bride. A wooden train sent from relatives in Holland three decades ago,
a gift for my older brother generously passed down to my boys, quilts from London, a bunting sewn
from thrifted material stitched by this mama who loves details. Pictures and nick-knacks all telling a
story, collected with thought, some saved long ago while my boys were still a
prayer!
When night comes and
two boys get tucked in,
lullabies
and prayers,
in a cozy room.
I feel
content and full with the love of a Mother of boys.
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