One day, my 10-year-old son comes out of his school over to our van with a St. Patrick's Day clover leaf that he made clutched in his hand. I thought, "For me? Oh, how sweet!" He said, "It's for Brisa." I thought that was cute and told him how wonderful he is. Another day, he comes to the van with a tiny box that he painted by himself. Again I thought it was for his favorite woman in the world and again he said, "It's for Brisa." Of course, I was tickled pink since my son was showing some gallantry and told him I thought he was sweet. The special woman in my son's life is a 9-year-old redhead with a mind that can cure cancer someday. It's no wonder he has been stricken by the love bug. Yesterday, when I picked him up again he had something special for "his girl". I say that because my son confessed to me while I was driving us home that he was in love with her. I wasn't sure I heard him right, so I asked him to repeat himself. He said, "I'm in love with her." A million things went through my mind as I grasped for a good enough comment to my son's mind-blowing confession. Finally finding my tongue and smiling to hide the blockage in my brain, I said, "Well, that's very nice. We'll just see how it goes then." This conversation with my son brought on a whole slew of questions that I have for the woman he will meet someday and ask to become his wife. How much do you love my son? Will you cleave to him and be loyal to him from this day forward? Will you give him children? Will he come first in your life? Will you respect him as the head of your household? Will you still love him the next morning after he has trashed your bedroom looking for the perfect tie? What if he says something stupid like, "That dress makes you look fat"? What kind of life do you want? A career or a family? Will you be by his side when he loses a loved one? Will you support him in everything he does or drag him down because you think he's wrong? Will you call everyone you know and tell them the horrible things he said or did to you or will you keep quiet and pray for him? As I look at my son with his silky, blond hair and sweet smile, I realize that he is not the only one I need to be praying for. I need to pray for a woman that I have never met who will be his helpmeet and mother of his children. The woman who will be with him through everything.
They instructed me to make sure I have a full bladder on arriving for my ultrasound. Ha. I almost laughed in their faces. Pregnant me plus a full bladder equals a disaster. On my son's birthday back in March, I had to drive all the kids home afterward. I had drunk a lot of water and couldn't believe I had forgotten what happens to me when I drink too much water with no bathroom nearby when I'm pregnant. I counted the minutes till I got home all the while breaking the law and speeding trying to keep in mind not to drive too recklessly screaming at the poky people in front of me. It brought to mind the very first time I experienced a full bladder as a pregnant woman. It was my first baby and my husband was in the Air Force. So, when we had an ultrasound we went to the Academy in Colorado Springs. They told me to drink an astronomical amount of water before I came. I did so and then we started out for the half hour drive to the hospital. By the time we were on the ...
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