Recently, I had a “struggling” sort of day…personally, physically, spiritually…it was just hard. At one point, I was on the phone with my mom, and I was crying (it is an inexpressible comfort to have a mom to call when you need her…even at almost 30). What happened next shows just a glimpse of the sensitive heart of my little boy: Jack came over to me with a concerned look on his face, patted my knee, and said, “I’m gonna pray for you, Mommy.” To which I responded with even more tears, at the sheer sweetness of his little, 2-year-old person. (Don’t worry…it gets worse) I knew I had to get it together, but my composure continued to be threatened with his next gesture – he left for a second, and returned with a tissue, then proceeded to say, “I’ll wipe your tears, Mommy” and he did just that (yep…tearing up again as I write this). At this point, my tears had turned into tears of joy and gratitude to a God who would allow me to be the Mommy of such a little one…he brought a few of his “friends” (Patches the dog, Tigger, Big Bear, and Bob and Larry–side note: if you ever need some comfort, plush veggies are really helpful), and told me that they would “hug you and make you happy”. And you know what? Things weren’t so bad after that.
We’ve had our days recently…after all, they don’t call them the “Terrible Two’s” for nothing…but this particular day was a reminder that being a Mommy is the best job in the whole world, and that God shows His love in many ways, especially in the face and words of a sweet little boy named Jack.