This motherhood thing is a challenge. Just when you think you are getting a part figured out, your kids grow and there are new parts. The learning curve tends to fall heavily on the firstborn. God bless him.
He's not a fan of me taking his picture, and really dislikes it when I post pictures... although, if I tell him "your grandparents" will want to see this, he usually relents. But with that look on his face. I see that look more and more. I recognize it. I think I could've won medals for giving that look so frequently and effortlessly.
Last night, I watched Frankie Heck burst into tears at Axel's graduation and I could've jumped right in the screen with her.
It all happens so fast.
I know Wil isn't graduating yet (thank you Jesus!), but he is just growing so much. And so often this mother heart wonders if I haven't just messed it all up for him. There's this crazy part that thinks somehow my mistakes will surpass God's grace, you know?
But God is good. And in His goodness, He gives these little gifts.
The one I am savoring right now involves my hair dryer. And the boy that wants to grow his hair out.
We've decided its OK for him to grow his hair out. We would love if he actually cared what it looks like when he leaves the house. Maybe that will happen one day? We've threatened to cut it if he doesn't start combing it BEFORE we tell him too. The loophole here is that he gets it wet, and combs 25% of it. Its still a mess but obvious that he made an effort... be it a really small effort. The hair. [I can't help but wonder if these hair-hassles might be some sort of preparation for a girl to join our ranks.] Its an ongoing thing. And fairly annoying.
Maybe it was the night before the baby dedication? I don't remember for sure. I decided to blow dry Wil's hair before bed. All the way. The next morning, it still looked good.
So for the last week or so, Wil and I have a few moments for me to run my fingers through his hair and wave a hair dryer at his head. We made a little hand gesture for him to use so I can give him a cool shot if it gets too hot. We don't talk, I turn him around this way and that.
I marvel at how big he is. I wonder at how this once tiny head that I cradled in my hands is so full of this hair.
God has given me these moments with him and my hair dryer. They are treasure.
Oh the things we mothers carry close in our hearts.
p.s. yes, I did get carried away with picmonkey when editing the photo. ;) I imagine Wilson will quickly greet this post with that look. God bless him.