These are my boys. These smiles are what make my day on a daily basis. Tonight as we were getting Luke ready for bed and he was going through the myriad of things “dat hurt”, I was reminded of how wigged out I get with health things. I am CONSTANTLY bringing this back to God because I know it does nothing to honor Him, nor can I do a dang thing anyway. Seriously, He probably giggles at the things I can come up with or is at least impressed with my creativity. Anyway, I have gotten better over the years, but it really has been a struggle. I mean, when I was 16 I told my mom I thought I was pregnant because I had read in a magazine ALL the potential ways you could get pregnant. When asked if I had ever actually done what it takes to get pregnant and I answered, “no”, I’m sure it took everything in her to not laugh in my face or slap me. So, as I hear my son say everything on his body hurts, I fight the urge to google “toddler ______ pain.” I have already diagnosed all of us with a myriad of health issues due to my googling problem. But I have to admit, the thought of missing these smiles scares me. The only antidote to this is to continue bringing it to the foot of the Cross when I start getting wigged out. As I heard earlier this year, I’m going to trust more in the one who gives the treasure vs the actual treasure. So, I’m gonna keep trusting my sweet God as I surrender each of my precious boys to Him every moment I start to worry about them or feel the need to google what a bruised arm could mean. In the meantime, I’ll also make sure to keep laughing at this little character.
