When he was small, my youngest son had a habit of filling his pockets with treasures he encountered in his daily adventures. I didn't always understand the value he saw in his chosen objects -- really, how many rocks and sticks could one boy keep? In his eyes, though, each one was beautiful and important. Life is just like that on a larger scale, isn't it? We gather up the precious bits of our experiences and save them all to learn from and enjoy later. Perhaps you'll find a little something here that you'd like to keep in your own pockets. Thanks for visiting.

Friday, June 27, 2014

Pride and Joy

It was a long time ago that I watched each of my boys take his very first steps across our family room floor. The days of soft, chubby legs teetering above tiny feet amidst smiling and clapping and cheering are nothing more than sweet memories in my mind now.

But what I've learned in the years that have followed since those initial exciting wobbly adventures is that a childhood is full of efforts and beautiful firsts.  Our wonder and pride and happiness for our young loves keeps growing exponentially as each of their personal accomplishments is layered over the ones that came before.  It is a wonderful thing to see them discover what makes their own hearts soar, to watch them strive with passion to achieve their goals, to smile and clap and cheer them on as their feet seem to grow wings before our very eyes.

Cool hip hop pose.

Cool hip hop pose. 

Cool hip hop pose.

True Will pose. (He couldn't resist.)

For me, the excitement of watching Noah and Will take their next brave steps forward as they chase their dreams is something that will never, ever grow old.

1 comment:

  1. I love being a spectator to their achievements. It's the most exhilarating aspect of parenthood.