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Mom, I'm In Love

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.

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striving... said…
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striving... said…
I had to start over, that is 2 down 1 to go. Keep praying for her and the mama that is raising her, because mama is still trying to learn to do a lot of those things herself. I am getting better though.
striving... said…
I have been thinking, you all must think I am crazy. I do not think all our kids will grow up and be married, I just think it would be an awesome little story IF it did happen. I can dream, right? Ha, Ha, Ha.
Anonymous said…
Isaac is also vying for Brisa's hand. But he also has a crush on our next-door neighbor's grand-daughter. A few times I've caught him talking to himself about which one should be his wife. He's always concluded that Brisa's the One. Should make for an interesting day Saturday, eh?
striving... said…
I say what a lucky girl. Wow another one. It will certainly make it easy for daddy and mama to approve. SWEET.
bigsis said…
wow striving that IS two of those precious little men that your little ladies have caught....how cute... and you were right tess I needed to read that thanks for sharing. thanks for the reminder on the struggles that even real love has.

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