By Sarah Bloom
When I was around five years old my dad and a few helpful family members were pouring a cistern beside our home. I kept my distance so I wouldn’t get in the way, but I would occasionally sneak a glance down into the concrete hole my dad was working in. During one of my observations I was horrified to find my daddy standing in wet concrete that was quickly covering the bottom part of his legs. I was convinced he was going to become stuck in the gooey gray stuff and be a permanent fixture in the bottom of that cistern. At the time and at that age it never occurred to me that concrete doesn’t dry that quickly and that he was simply smoothing it out as it came pouring down. In my young eyes it was all a big scary mess that was trying to entrap my daddy.
One reason I love having children so much is because you get a second chance to view the world from the eyes of a child. Once you become an adult it is easy to forget the simplicity of being a kid. The days consist of commitments and work, appointments and ball practices, school work and lunch boxes. But when you are blessed with children it is such a wonderful opportunity to step back and listen to the world and see the world through the eyes of innocence.
One of my favorite things to do with my boys is to chase them through the house. Sometimes it is to “scare” them and sometimes we all start a towel snapping competition which I am proud to say that I am undefeated in. Anyway, there is nothing sweeter than the sound of their happy laughter whether it is coming from my ten year old or two year old.
I was standing in the kitchen the other night washing up some dishes when my two year old came creeping around the side of the counter with his little hands raised high in the air. He was trying his best to look scary and when I asked him what he was doing he said in his best spooky voice, “I a vampower!” I honestly think if someone found a way to bottle a child’s imagination it would outsell any anti-aging remedy on the market.
Children have unique ways of making sense of conversations they either completely don’t understand or have only caught portions of. For example, our little dog just came in season and we had to put her up in a dog pen at my parent’s house for awhile. I was trying my best to delicately explain this doggy milestone to my boys, but I’m not quite sure they understood. For one, they are all still complaining that Shiloh is being unfairly penned up and want her home. For two, my eight year old son Luke asked me a little while later why she had overheated anyway.
Sunday, after church, I was trying to have a secretive conversation with my mom in the front seat of my van about an upcoming trip my husband and I may take our boys on. I usually don’t like to tell the boys any details about a possible outing just in case the plans fall through.
My son Hunter was sitting in the backseat and I thought we were being pretty slick with our whispered conference. I was even using code names for certain things because the spelling it out trick doesn’t work so well on a ten year old. At one point instead of saying Tennessee I said going “down South” and was fairly confident I had gotten away with it. Well, later that day I overheard Hunter excitedly telling his brothers that we were going to South America.
My boys hold my heart and through their love and enthusiasm for life they keep me young. Now if I could just get my body to cooperate.
Have a wonderful week and may God watch over and bless you all! This is the day that the Lord has made let us rejoice and be glad in it!