His eyes were huge and scared.
Pools of blue.
Tears almost spilling over, yet trying to be brave.
Who was this little man I was raising?Who would he become?
As he walked to school his very first day, he continued to look back at me until he was no longer in sight.
And then he was gone.
Each year passed.
He brought me flowers he picked on his way home from grade school.
He made me cards and wrote inside that he would never marry, or leave home.
He brushed my hair and bought me trinkets.
He wore his heart on his sleeve.
He wrote sermons, and told me he would one day be a preacher.
Who was this little man I was raising, and who would he become?
He would become someone’s husband. Someone’s father. Someone’s preacher.
And then he would be gone.
He would grow into a man with no need to look back at his mama~
and her blue eyes would spill over. Trying to be brave, yet praising her Father for the man he had become.
For the husband he was.
For the love of his Savior as he preached.
For the father she knew he would be.
Who is that little man you are raising?Who is that child you hold close?
They will one day be
someone’s husband, someone’s wife. Someone’s father. Someone’s mother.
You are teaching them that even now.
What a heavy, glorious responsibility it is. One we need to remember daily. One we need to bring to our Savior minute by minute, hour by hour.
One we must never forget~
Before they are gone.