Everyday marvels.

I'm sure that somewhere out there is an eloquent adage that basically talks about how children are walking miracles, and how they will forever amaze you, especially when you're least expecting it... I just can't think of it right now. I had one of those days, one that started in an ordinary fashion. We woke up, had breakfast, and got a lot of school work done. After lunch Jeromy suggested a trip to the playground, which I thought was a great idea, since it was in fact a beautiful, sunny, 86-degree day with a nice breeze. Jeromy had a GREAT time, as most boys do when given the opportunity to jump, frolic, swing and climb, all in one place...especially outside!

My little 'monkey-man'!

"Look mom, I told you I could fly!"

"It's unusually comfortable in here..."

"I think I'm gonna fall off this 'steed'!"

The last thing Jeromy and I did before leaving was ride the swings. As we were both enjoying ourselves, going faster and higher side by side, a little boy named Chris, who was about three years old walked up and just stood there, looking at us with a sort of wishful look in his eyes. This child is what provided the opportunity to see how tender-hearted by little big boy was. This is how it all unfolded:

ME: "Hi sweetie! Are you gonna swing?"
CHRIS: "Nope. I can't get on there by myself so I not gonna swing."
(looks at the ground sadly)
JER: "Hey kid, back up a little bit."
(Jeromy leaps off his swing)
JER: "I'll help him mom, he should be able to have fun too."

Jeromy takes him by the hand and leads him towards a swing. Being the strapping young lad he is, he easily picks up Chris and gently sits him down in the swing. And for almost half an hour....

That little boy had a smile glued to his face the whole time Jeromy pushed him on the swing, and he was clearly very happy. Since my hubby and I decided a long time ago to not have any more children, I would often wonder if my boy would've been a good big brother; obviously now, the answer is clear. It's times like this that just warm my heart with pure joy and love, when I see that my son is growing up with such kindness and sweetness in his heart. With all the challenges that comes with motherhood, in can be easy to forget how miraculous our children truly are. I'm so grateful that I have my boy as a constant reminder of how blissful the simple life can be, of how you never know when a random act of kindness can make a difference in a person's life, and of how truly blessed I am.

9 blissful whispers...:

kod ekle said...

Greetings from Turkey.Have a nice day.

Moms Fighting Fat said...

Maria, I couldn't make it through this entire post before tears started welling up in my eyes. What a terrific young man you have there, a son truly to proud of!

Our children would get along great!

Hugs ~ Sandy

PS...thanks for stopping by my blog and for your "uplifting", lol, words! Between you and several other home schoolers, I feel the pull to start keeping up with my home school blog again!

Christen said...

I really enjoyed reading about your caring and considerate son! It was so sweet and uplifting! Thanks so much for your comment on my blog, too!! :)

Rachel said...

Thank you so much for stopping by my blog! I look forward to taking a peek around yours :)

Pansy Cottage Girl said...

Thank you for the comment you left on my blog. I really appreciate hearing from you and about your experiences.

Lemonade Makin' Mama said...

That is the sweetest story. I love it when our kids do something kind with no prompting. What a blessing! (and a testament to some good parenting)

Memento - Terri said...

Thanks for stopping by my blog. I love your colors and layout. Blue and brown are such a pretty combo.

valentine said...

what a sweet story. if only more people (myself included) did random acts of kindness, wouldn't the world be a better place?

Aunt Julie said...

Love your photos. SITS sent me over...have a wonderful weekend!