My Child, My Sweet, Sweet, Child

I was sicker than a dog yesterday. Only because I had promised, and because LM was convinced all the good Christmas trees were taken while we were on the cruise did I venture out at all into the world yesterday. By 9 pm, with Monday Night Football on in the background, I collapsed from exhaustion on the couch, falling into a sleep deeper than I had slept in months.

I woke at 12:30am in a panic. Where was LM? Who put him to bed? Was he okay? Was the house locked? Were the lights off? I saw a note on the coffee table, next to my sleepy head that read:

“Goodnight, Mom. I’m in bed and have: brushed, gargeld, clearasilled and anything else. LM. P.S. XOXOXOXOXOXOXOO”

This morning, when I apologized profusely for falling so dead asleep, LM said, “it’s okay, Mom, you weren’t feeling well. I saw the time on the clock and so I shut off my game and got ready for bed. I didn’t want you to worry.”

Oh how I love this child. With every ounce that is in me, I love him. But for the grace of God, and in spite of my parenting, sometimes children exceed all the hopes we could ever have for them. Oh how I love this child of mine.

11 thoughts on “My Child, My Sweet, Sweet, Child

  1. All I can say is that you’ve obviously done a great job of teaching your son the meaning of integrity and honesty. Even when he goof’s up every now & then (because let’s face it, it will happen), you should rest assured in knowing that when it comes right down to it, you’ve got a great kid that you don’t need to worry about :)Hope you’re feeling better!

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