I woke up early this morning. My bedroom was mostly dark, but some light managed to sneak in from the street lamp between the panels of window coverings. There was just enough light to outline one side of the cherubic face of my little boy as I put my hand on this chest and felt his heart beating there fast, steady, and strong.
As I looked at him, ran my fingers lightly over his cheeks, and pressed my face against his I thought about the awesome responsibility of raising this boy. This child came into the world a blank slate. All that it is written on him, both good & bad, comes from my hand at this point.
I think I'm doing OK so far.
Wednesday, December 07, 2011
Handsome Devil
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7 comments:
From all I read, it sounds like you're doing a fantastic job!
Hi,
I would like to thank you for the efforts you have made in writing this post and I am hoping the same best work from you in the future as well. Anyway, your post is also kind'a funny and that is good. Keep it up.
Great Job, Nice Blog
Keep up the good work
woww... well written... its really a hugee responsibilty... i am also going thru this phase:)
Sweet! Your a great mom. You captured the essence of being a mother. Keep up the good work.
very good comment
great post
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