For my fifth grader, time together and alone is the greatest
of joys.
Last night I had been reading
my book quietly on the couch. After a
long day I wanted the hours to melt off me and go elsewhere in those
pages. Within a few lines of my read my
youngest son walked up with a stack of scrap paper and a large library book
asking if I would draw figures from the book with him. I’m not very good at drawing but we sat
poured over paper and pencils in multiple attempts.
This morning as we talked in the few minutes we share before
he heads off to school I asked if the drawing book needed to go back to
school. He nodded and gave me something
unexpected. It was more than the hug and
sweet whisper; it was what he said.
“Thanks for drawing with me last night,” smiled Kaden
“I don’t know I am the best person to draw with you,
Sweetie. Mommy isn’t very good at that.”
“You are the best person to draw with me. I know that no matter how I draw you will
never make fun of me and still love me.”
These were warm heartfelt true words from my sweet boy.
I almost crushed him I squeezed him so tight! It would be my deepest wish that he would
always feel that secure in my adoration and respect for him. I’m not very good at drawing. I’m feeling good about the loving.
