Everyday Love

I had to write about this--just to serve as proof in another year, or five , or 15. Today at dinner H seemed exceptionally sweet & charming. He had DH& I gazing at him, relishing this precious gift God bestowed upon us. These moments are precious, i mean we are talking a bout a 4 1/2 year old here. So, I asked Haydn some things and ended with, "Do you ever feel like Mommy & Daddy really, really, REALLy love you?" Expecting a smile or yes, we got, "Yes, everyday!" Of course the tears somehow were on quick alert,  as they instantly started streaming down my face, almost, as the final sound exited his mouth! There are many times we are told we "aren't nice" or something similar, but wouldn't it be lovely if he really does feel loved every day despite not liking our decisions/rule. I pray this is the case. I have to say, it filled me with joy. 

No doubt I will return to this post often with these sentiments are being disputed!!

A "Turtle" Blooms

Anyway, you'd have to KNOW H to really get this, but Mom & I were in tears at tonights last swim session with QUEST test...they do all the little skills to see how they have progressed. H was a Turtle, can't get any lower than a turtle--would have been a tadpole if they let him. So, prying his cold wet arms off the side was initially the goal. Well, tonight, the subsitute teacher mixed things up with a gaunt to deeper water and a jump -in to -the- teacher session. All 4 complied..some more quickly than others. Then, we see them exit the pool, walking in line, East, East? Yes, East, towards the pool area that is 8'-12' ,complete with diving boards. Could it be? No. They're babies, surely they are not taken my only begotten (a tad dramatic here, for effect) to the diving board. Sweet yellow corn! They are!!!!!!!!! Mom &I que Pops to run ahead and station himself at prime -picture taking outpost. He complies. Mom & I wait nervously talking in antcipation, as H gets closer to the ladder....first, a little guy who stands & contemplates at the end for what must be a solid 2 minutes. I worry, C'mon either jump or get off!--My kid is young, impressionable and an astute onlooker...children are like dogs, scared dogs, that once one smells fear, a malaria type infestaton of "No way! Uh- ah's" spreads in nanoseconds....Finally the teacher goes up, grabs the apprehensive child's hand and in they both go. I am relived, 3 more, 2 more, and What? What happended? Suddenly he is not 2 nd in line, apparetnly a mis step (perhaps planned) has caused a boo-boo, one resulting in tears, possibly blood and not one, but two teachers investigating. H misses his turn and his lil' swim buddy, that was in his old class at Park Hill-goes for it! All the while H is turned away,not seeing Cooper's moment of inspiration! Finally, the teacher places him back on the board. What? Do I need a new prescription? H is walking, more than micro baby steps to the end, with his teacher backing him up, there he is onthe edge. Mom & I are in awe, I literally feel like i just ate some bad quesidillas (recently, I did ,tmi) and tears are flowing down Zoom's checks, mine are welling up. He's going to do it! My baby! I bat my swelling, tearful eyes, only to see thru the haze Haydn is no longer at the end..........................but quickly, giddy-like headed off the board and back down t he stairs, his teacher leading the way. It didn't deflect from my sense of Pride...how far he had come from a mere 3 weeks ago, I was tickled and happily surprised that he made it to the end, to face down his fear, if you will. Really, that's the part that takes guts. The gettin there, not the "throw caution to the wind-no looking back-leap off", Right?