Thursday, June 18, 2015

A Boy and His Dog

I miss the days when my kids were younger, so carefree and full of imagination.  I love who they've become, but I miss who they were. 
 
I'm not even sure if calling them kids is the right thing to say.  The youngest will soon officially be a teenager and the oldest moved out a few months ago.  All six of them have grown in a flash. 
 
God granted me the most amazing children and I'm grateful that they're still close to me.  They love their momma.  And I love them.
 
It's just that with the busyness of life and the pressures to grow up so fast, the times are rare when the kids resort back to their childlike ways.  And when they do, my heart swells.

Take the other day for instance.  Logan, the 16 year old athletic jock, opened a package and noticed a large roll of bubble wrap.  He was like a kid in a candy store.  His eyes lit up like it was Christmas.  He got down on the floor and played forever with it.  He even got the dog involved.  Popping bubbles entertained him for the longest time.  He giggled and laughed, and I could see the childhood sparkle.  I smiled so bright inside.  It was a beautiful moment.

2 comments:

Renee said...

Can totally relate. Sometimes a package with some bubble wrap or air pillows is the only thing that entertains my kids long enough for me to get dinner on the table. Mine aren't teens yet but they sure are heading that direction FAST!
Helen seems to be wondering why there is no food involved in this romp on the floor :)

Maryann D. said...

I agree. I love to see my kids act young again. I miss those carefree days when they wanted to be silly and have lots of fun!
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