Sunday, August 19, 2012

A Mom and Her Boys

I watched a young mom with two little ones standing on a curb about to cross the parking lot into Bealls Department store.  Their little heads looking up at her as she was talking.  Then they all looked both ways and scurried across to the other side.  One of them didn't just look once - his little head was going back and forth all the way into the store.  So cute.

At one time many years ago, I only had two kids.  Two little boys.  I loved them so much and honestly wanted to fulfill my childhood dream and have three more just like them.  They were perfect.

Those two little boys and I have walked through a lot of stuff together.  It seemed difficult at the time to raise them to be God fearing men with compassionate hearts.  I trained them and they listened and most of the time they obeyed.  Just like the two little kids in the parking lot.

As I sat there that day I wished that it was still that easy.  That you could hold their hands, give instructions, and they would eagerly do what was best for them.  

Now they are men and have jobs that are sometimes difficult.  They are surrounded by the ugliness of the world most of the time.  I have to trust their hearts into the hands of God.  I have to trust that they will seek Him and always strive to do the right thing.      

All I have is prayer.  All I have ever really had has been prayer.  I pray this over them almost every day.  
Blessed is the man

    who walks not in the counsel of the wicked,
nor stands in the way of sinners,
    nor sits in the seat of scoffers;
but his delight is in the law of the Lord,
    and on his law he meditates day and night.
He is like a tree

    planted by streams of water
that yields its fruit in its season,
    and its leaf does not wither.
In all that he does, he prospers.
The wicked are not so,
    but are like chaff that the wind drives away.
Psalm 1:1-4

 My little men.

Kyle always had something in his hand he could throw and 
Adam always had GI Joes.

Watching balloons at an end of school play day.  This was just a few days
 after we found out his dad was really, really sick.  I don't think either of us were thinking about balloons. (tear)

 Always so sweet - then and now.  Always quick to respond to texts with
"I love you, Momma." (tear)

After Adam's open heart surgery.

I love them both so much.
They will always be my little boys.


1 thoughts:

Ash said...

Ahhh Carol!! I loved this post. I have rarely seen any photos of the boys when they were little with you. Brought tears to my eyes to think of how life must have been with you and them. I love having a son. Such a blessing. Love are amazing! Oh and btw, you still look as good today as you did all those years ago.