Woke up late, thoughts of “ugh, why?”, and just plain old blah.
Well I got through it and out of my house and then the worse guilt was placed on me…
As I drove down the longest road to get to my mother-in-laws to leave Santiago, God touched me.
I was driving along and reached over to my son, who sits in the front seat with me, I will tell you later why this is…but I reached over at Santiago’s sign of “gimme”, he stretches his tiny Michelin man arm and opens and closes his little chunky hand. (These days it's "gimme", "gimme", "gimme", literally...he wants everything, regardless of what that may be, Ha.)
So, I gave him my hand ......and he HELD it. How did he know, that ALL I needed that morning was someone to hold my hand?And, since Daddy's not here...he was...MY LITTLE MAN, what a BLESSING....it's been a long 2 months and we have 4 more weeks to go....PRAISE HIM!
He held my thumb and pointer finger in his tiny little soft and chunky hand and looked at me straight in the eyes as to say, “It’s going to be OK Mommy.” And, my heart sank, I felt horrible….all the UGH and ahh-ing about running late, having to get him ready to go, getting myself ready to go, taking the trash out, turning all the lights out, getting my purse, his bottle, his milk, turning the AC down, did I forget my lunch?, etc, etc….
God showed me, how I allow
And I love them.
It touched my heart in a special place and all that early morning bickering….a waste of my breath!
Don’t want to be like that…my son deserves better…a better me!
My little Chunky Man with my son...HAHAHAHA.
LOVE THEM BOTH!!!
And then this morning...I hear this.....I love Jimmy Needham...and he's a Houstonian!
About the car seat...you'll have to come back tomorrow...so I can explain.