Our Son.

Our Son

This morning on the hammock all the cuddling and sweetness of my little boy. He wanted attention so after I dressed , I came out of my room and asked him if he might like to sit down a moment together on the couch. SMILE, he did and wide! We Reposed and then with the seriousness of all that is earnest he began...
"Mom I am very concerned about my friends..."
I reply "oh why is that son?"...
"Well mom I got Dog Pee on my hand and I tried to wash it off, but It still smells bad...I think I can not risk going to school Mom. They might get the germs...Then I would be responsible for getting them sick. So, Mom I think it best if I just stay home from school today!."
Holding to the level of his conversation, I inquired..."Son may I ask just how did you get dog pee on your hand?"
"Well Mom.. I was sliding down the slide and I accidentally put my hand in it and it smells"
Diligent mother I am out of a curiosity that doubted the story. Thinking the child was creating a marvel of "get out of school fiction"... SMELLED HIS little boy hand! YEP! Dog pee eeew!
He with strained face said "mom I don't want to give my friends the germs and get them sick!"
"Lets go wash them off together, we'll kill all those old germs and then it will be alright for you to go to school" Endeared to the core was I.

So I took him in and lathered his sweet baby boy hands (6 years is still a baby!) and scrubbed them in mine. His eyes lit up and he was a three year old in my arms all over again. He was watching my face in the mirror with such admiration I thought I would just melt!

On another not. I told him that I miss him looking back when I drop him off in the morning. This morning off he raced out of the car, to the school doors. Then he was bolted in his step looked over his shoulder and smiled that "holy little boyish smile".
I have a wonderful Son who brings so much joy into our lives.