6:00 a.m. came too quickly after a rough night with the younger two kids. Like clockwork my firstborn entered our bedroom.
“Mommy, it’s morning time. The sun is up.”
As much as I was expecting his arrival into the room, I grieved for a couple seconds the loss of sleeping in on days off, as I’ve done many times the last four years.
The sun was indeed up, and it was gorgeous. I bravely seized an opportunity for connection with my son and invited him on a morning walk with just me.
He was really excited. We headed off with him on his bike, going beside me and sometimes speeding ahead as I walked.
“So how are you really doing mom?” He asked me.
The reality of his sweetness was almost too much for my heart to bare.
“I’m doing really well Caleb, just happy to get some time to be on a walk with you!”
Later that day I heard him whisper to Andrew “remember that time mom and I went on a quiet walk?”.
It was a quiet walk. It had been so peaceful, just that kid and I, with him telling me many different stories, wading through ditches and searching for tracks from dinosaurs who live so so so so so so so so long ago, as he put it.
Because he creates a huge majority of the noise in my house, I forget that sometimes he might just need a little space from his brother and sister too, and some one on one time with me.
I’m really looking forward to having regular “quiet walks” with my early riser who is already wanting to be a good husband, father, pastor, leader and difference maker one day.
Just like one on one time with the Lord fills me up and reminds me of why I am so thankful for His presence in my life, one on one time with my son made me fall in love with him all over again.
May you know the sweet blessing of deep connection that comes with bravely pursuing quality time with someone close to you.