Still My Little Boys

My boys are men…but are still my little boys.

They are both married….but are still my little boys.

They both have mortgages…but are still my little boys.

They both have jobs…but are still my little boys.

Psalm 127:3-4 “Children are a heritage from the Lord, offspring a reward from him.
Like arrows in the hands of a warrior are children born in one’s youth.

Yep, whether they like it or not. I am the mom of these two precious boys.

They have informed me that if necessary, a very reputable nursing home has been picked out for my residency if the need arises.

They have informed me that I forget easily.
They have informed me that I sound like an old person on occasion.

And sorry Mom, but we are not little anymore. Please humor me sons.

I remind them that I birthed them.
I remind them that I changed their diapers.
I stayed up all hours of the night with each of them.
I also have video tapes in which I could reveal much of their childhood antics for the world to see….if it becomes necessary.

And we did live through the teen years!!

MOTHER!

It is okay that I am not the most important lady in their life. Well, not really…but I have to be good and say that it is okay. I honestly have no choice if I want to have any kind of relationship with them, let’s face it. Seriously, I do love my daughters-in-law as if they were my very own.

But they are still my little boys.

If I think they need “motherly advice” I will give it to them…I don’t care if they are 55 and I am 80. It is going to happen.

Nursing home or not. I figure if I am unable to communicate at any point or if I go home to be with the Lord…they have my journals.

I have had a journal (old woman’s word for diary) for years and years. But the some of the entries from the ones from the last 35 years are for their viewing. I have even switched from the “normal” writing in some entries to address them from the grave. I give advice and tell them I love them. They will know I was crazy then….

Is that morbid? Or thoughtful?

Oh well, they are still my little boys.

No matter their age, their jobs, what they are doing in their lives, if they like it or not….they are still my little boys.

And They always will be….my little boys.

~Be Blessed

IN CHRIST ALONE