Wheat Field Cut For Hay

Wheat Field Cut For Hay

August 1, 2013

My little Boy

From the time he gets up to the time he goes to bed at night it's a constant go, go, go. Within just a few minutes of waking in the morning, the house is filled with the sound of little feet running down the hall or tractors being raced or various animals being loaded into a trailer. From there we have food splattered on the wall and dripped on the floor and rubbed into his hair. And the many trips made outside include dirt and mud and frogs. There's no down time, no quietly playing with dolls or coloring or painting toes; because he's a boys. And boys run and jump and climb. There is no such thing as low gear. Periodically throughout the day he wants to sit in your lap and read a book or snuggle. But then he remembers the ball that bounced under the tv, or the cabinet that's yet to be explored. So just as quickly as he decided he needed a hug he's gone again. Off on the next adventure of exploring the  Tupperware drawer or galloping his stick horse through the house or digging up the flowers you just planted. But then, just as suddenly as it began, it ends. And the day that seemed to be a whirlwind of dirt and noise and spilt food and scrapes is over all too soon. And he sits and rocks with you as his heavy lids struggle to stay open. And all the chaos of the day fades and slowly disappears behind the little moments. The little moments that make all the mess and craziness worthwhile. Moments like when he ask to hold your hand while waking across the yard. Or the hug and kiss he gives when you've finished changing his clothes for the fifth time. Or when he brings you his favorite tractor and ask you to sit by him in the floor and play with him. All the little moments that in reality are the most important moments. The moments that are just for you to hold in your heart. Moments that will only be here for a short time, because they will soon be replaced with football and girls and pick-ups. And before I lay him in his bed I thank God for this little boy and pray that He will give me many more moments just like today. 

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