7 Quick Takes (Mommy Blogger Version)

Posted on Friday~January 16th, 2009

I have a mind full of many random thoughts. I could spill a bunch of them now, but I've been trying to focus on the beauty of this season of parenting lately, so that's what I'll do for this week's 7 Quick Takes. (Visit Conversion Diary for more.)

~1~

Asher, I'm trying not to worry about you.
I'm more thankful every day that your hydrocephalus was caught at just the right time.
People continue to ask if your development is (or will be) "normal" now that you've had surgery. The answer to this question is "I don't know." I've only been thinking about how amazing it is that you're walking around, grunting out requests and doing little dances. I'm learning more than ever before that there is no "normal." Wherever you land on the learning curve in your life, I'll be cheering you on, believing that everything you do means that you're a genius. I love you just how you are, and I always will.

~2~

Miles, your name means "forgiving and merciful." I'm SO glad. You forgive me quickly when I lose my mind cool. You leave me wondering how your love can be so truly unconditional. You teach me many more things a day than I could ever teach you. I try my hand at keeping you focused on the "right" way to play Candyland, and you end up teaching me how to lighten up and have a good time. I get all upset about the mess we're making while baking and then I see the look of happiness on your face, and it reminds me that messes don't matter.

~3~

I believe the two of you could eat constantly, only stopping to breathe. I should count how many times the two of you open the pantry door each day, pulling out yet another granola bar or box of crackers, holding them up and smiling with those big blue eyes that beg, "Feed me."

~4~

If Curious George and Clifford could magically become real, you would both want them as your new parents.

~5~

Asher, how can one person be so willing to give? You hand your toys to other toddlers, you give out kisses and hugs to those you love earnestly and with an uncoordinated kind of pat-pat- patting that makes those hugs all the sweeter. You even want to share your half eaten snacks, pulling them from that pouty little mouth and shoving them toward mine. No, thank you. You're the sweetest boy.

~6~

Miles, there is this joy in you that can't be described. You laugh hysterically at our silly jokes and make up your own. You want to hear stories and listen intently, your whole face alive with interest. I hope your sense of humor stays with you all your days. It will help you and everyone around you. You simply bring joy wherever you go.

~7~

I'm learning that I have so much Mom Guilt that I'm battling because you're both so incredibly great. You came this way. You are amazing little toot-knockers. I feel like I should give you so much more than I can sometimes. I want to be to you what you are to me, but that's so impossible. You're the best and most undeserved gifts. The perfect evidence of grace, that's what you are.