Magic happens in the seemingly mundane.
There is something special about singing to my son and hearing him sing back to me. Really belt it out right back at me. Face full-of-emotion, straining through his newfound sounds like he’s really trying to bring it. To bring all the melodious melodies to the air. Making it a duet as he sings with me. And we sing together, laughing and almost making it a competition to see who can smile the biggest. In those moments, I feel that he gets me; he’s looking right into my soul.
In days of distress and discouragement, I have to look outside of myself in order to believe that what my staying at home is actually making a difference; I look to wise counsel, to the Bible, to other mamas for encouragement; to continue to pour into me so that I can continue on this journey. To know that getting on the floor, playing peak-a-boo, letting you put your fingers in my mouth as I “eat” them; all of this, is something that matters and is something so much bigger than just me and my internal thoughts about what is right or what I should be doing.
Through our mangled but meaningful duet, he tells me that he knows me, he sees me, and that I, his mother, matter to him. As a self-diagnosed Enneagram 9, it’s important for me to hear that my presence matters.
And sweet boy, I am learning that my presence at home, in your life, taking care of you, matters. And that counts for everything.
Prayer
Father, thank you so much for my son. Thank you for his sweet, honest laughter. Lord, give me wisdom to be the best mom for him. Help calm my mind of To Do lists so that I may continue to enjoy this precious time in his life. I love you. In your son’s precious name I pray, Amen.
