Okay, so the photo has nothing to do with the post. It just made me giggle. And would you look at those skinny little legs?! He definitely doesn’t get that from his mother!
Anyway, when Connor and I have just a couple of days together, I always get super sad when we get home late. But, Spring means sports and sports means less time at home. That’s just the way it is. Of course I love it. I love watching Connor play soccer and baseball. I love (for roughly 5.25 minutes) when he demands playing on the playground after practices or games, and when he makes goofy faces at me because he is annoyed I’m trying to capture another photo.
Given it was a late evening, we ate dinner around (don’t judge me) 7:45. We finished our homework around 8:30 and then I forced him into the shower immediately after. He caught me doing a quick round of exercises when he got out so then he decided to lift some weights. As soon as we knew it, it was bedtime (9:00 on a school night … which is funny because I was telling a friend yesterday that’s essentially the earliest he’s ever gone to bed … in his entire life).
He begged me for about five minutes to sleep in my bed. I hemmed and hawed and finally relented. Again, stop with the judging! In my defense, I just read a post from a friend last night that her son said it was probably the last time he would ask his mom to tuck him in and I
bawled like a little baby got all teary!
Connor was ecstatic that I allowed this. I mean, he inevitably winds up in my bed between 3 and 5 in the morning on any other night we’re together, so to him, it just made sense that he would start there. After we brushed teeth, he climbed in and said, “Okay mom, let’s pray”.
I posted a while ago about how his prayers were evolving so I’m happy to announce that he’s started to include extended family. Phew. But, he’s also continuing to think outside of himself and he prays for my second cousin, Nathaniel. He’s been in Afghansitan for the past several months and we’re anxiously awaiting his safe return home to Rockford, IL!
Tonight he prayed:
Dear Jesus, thank you for this day. Thank you for moms and dads and grandmas and grandpas, cousins, aunts and uncles. Please be with Nathaniel so he has a safe trip home. I hope I can see him again soon. Please just let tomorrow be a good, fun day and I hope we have a good summer. Amen.
Amen, indeed! I’m so proud that
1.) he’s in my bed 1.) he asked to pray and 2.) that he’s becoming (at least when he prays!) so considerate of other people and their needs. Recently, he’s prayed for another cousin who suffered a heart attack and is recovering, and he’s also included Paul’s family, and Paul. He hopes he’s having fun with Jesus.
My cup runneth over.