I had the opportunity to spend some time alone with my 15 yr old son the other day. [That is him on my lap in my profile picture]
He has always been the kind of person, (just so happens he is my son), that I can talk to so easily.... even when he was little we would talk and talk like he was just a person.
Him in his little blonde mullet...hahaha it was 1997 the mullet was not a word I even knew, I just knew he had the prettiest blonde hair with curls in the back. We cut it off before he started preschool in 1998.
He has always been a joy, with his sparkling blue eyes and adorable grin. My pudgy little guy would run through the house [that's right I let him run in the house] laughing always happy. There was about 6 mths that he had a consistant bump on his forehead from running, falling, bumping. Finding him in the kitchen biting into a potato putting it back, he quit doing that when he accidentally bit into an onion...
One day he climbed into a small cabinet and poked his head out when I called his name, face covered in chocolate sitting in the middle of the blanket pile.
He loved hockey when he was little, we'd go to games and he would sit and watch, cheering... One time I kept saying his name, finally he leaned over and said "mom, I am watching the game..." all I wanted was to see if he wanted nachos..hahaha. Playing goalie at Mema's house, taking a big drink out of his water bottle to only spit it on the carpet and realize it was red kool-aid.... he was spitting water on the ice like the players do---
He wanted so badly to be part of a team... I had found used sport uniforms, soccer, baseball, etc at a 2nd hand store so I bought them for him, he would get all dressed through a duffle bag on his shoulder and go to the door, looking back at me and say, "Mom coach called I have practice today".
He was so proud the first time he was on a baseball team, and he hasn't missed a season yet. Even last year as we thought he didn't have a team last minute he got a phone call and began playing.... which brought us to where we are today--- in a small Oklahoma town, making friends who are kind and supportive. Playing his dream out high school baseball. True we always thought, hoped he would fullfill his dream of high school ball in Broken Arrow; but when you give it to God, and ask Him to handle it He does what He knows is best...
the team is great, the coach loves my son. He is playing varsity and junior varsity, getting his name in the paper a few times here and there... watching his dreams unfold nothing sweeter for a mom/parent.
The first road trip the team went on, he told me he sat there on the bus in awe of the fact that he was on this bus--going to his first school game. Its the simple things in life that let us know when we are entering the threshold of our dreams, visions....
He is a great kid, a wonderful son and an amazing person! I truly did not do anything that I can honestly say contributed to this person growing up to be such a great human. I gave him back to God after the Lord gave him to me... I've trusted God with him (& my other children) and well, you know when you do that you just can't go wrong! Each minute I spend with my kids is Time Well Spent... that is why it was so hard to come to peace with the idea of not being here for them, when I began looking into working-- but as God is God and God does what He does so wonderfully He has opened a door for me to be here for my kids.... so it looks like my Time will remain Well Spent!!
