This is a repost from last year which touched my heart today …
“Mommy, can you hold me?”
I looked up (okay, technically I looked down) from my bowl of half-mixed blueberry pancake batter. My three year old rubbed his still-sleepy morning eyes against my knee, newly shorn hair sticking up in all different directions, wearing his red Cars top and Christmas-themed green pajama bottoms. A glance at the time showed 30 minutes ’til time to leave for Bible study, and my tub was half full, bacon ready to put in the oven, seven other children needing breakfast in a few minutes.
But the one who asked me just yesterday, it seems, leaves for college in a few weeks . . .
“Yes, sir, I can!” I pushed the bowl aside and scooped him up for a snuggle in my glider.
“How was your sleep?” I asked.
“Good.” He was quiet, just wanting me close, and to rub my arm for a few minutes to bridge the gap between sleep and awake.
Suddenly, he sat up straight. “Mommy, my heart glows in the dark. Wanna come see?”
“Yes, I do!” I followed him to his room, glancing a smidge regretfully at the neglected breakfast on the counters.
He climbed into his bed, where a still-sleeping brother lay oblivious to the excitement, and patted the spot beside him for me to join him. Pulling the covers up over our heads, he said, “See! Isn’t that cool?” He was pointing to his wrist. His new heart-shaped silly band bracelet glowed green in the darkness.
I giggled. “That’s awesome, buddy! I love it!”
You’ll always have pancake batter to stir, laundry to wash, counters to wipe. The internet will go on without you. The phone, the television, the mall–all of it can wait.
Sometimes, their hearts glow in the dark.
Don’t miss it.