"Momma. Momma! Momma!!"
He waits for me to look at him. He's poised at the edge of the couch cushion, ready to jump.
"Go!" He leaps from one cushion to another. Then he looks back at me for a reaction.
"Wow Nathan! Good jumping!"
This continues for about 30 minutes. Meanwhile, I'm trying to chat with Heidi, feed Harry and eat my lunch. Each time he calls for me to tell him to go, I give less and less enthusiasm. I'm almost annoyed. He eventually loses interest and runs off to play with something else.
After Heidi leaves, Nathan and Harry fall asleep and I sit down at the computer to do my usual facebook and blog-stalking. On my friend, Melissa's blog, I see a link to blogs she calls "Strangers Who Inspire Me" and this blog: Jackson Family. Time stopped. I couldn't stop reading about their experiences. Their little 2 year old choked on a piece of an apple and died. Their emotional journey was inspiring and heart breaking. I cried when I read they named their new son, Peter, after Peter Pan - the story their little Lucy loved so much. What strong people. They will never hear her little voice calling for Mommy. I held my little Nathan a little tighter and didn't sigh and grumble when he ran to me to show me something new. My cuddled with my little Harry and felt so thankful for what I've been given. I don't know what trials lie before me. I don't know what things the Lord will ask me to do. I only hope I will have the faith and strength to do it.
P.S. If go to their blog, get your tissues ready!