Have I mentioned just how spectacular my kids are?
Yes?
Well..deal with it.
I go to check on them again (because I promised I would and what kind of momma breaks her promise?!). And Ben wakes up like a bolt of lightening. Sits straight up in bed, but not scared... more protective. Scans the room then turns to me...
"What? Where are we? Get outta here! Mom...you're my priority!"
The kid's definitely been known to sleep walk, have sleep terrors, play WWII games, etc... but this was different. He was calm and focused. Not panicked. Heart not racing.
"Ben...everything's okay. You're home. In your bed. Perfectly safe. I love you. All is well." Kiss. Kiss. Kiss.
"I know mom...I just wanted you to know you are my priority. I love you. You're amazing."
Really?........
Oh my word...
Tears form. Of course. Of course they do.
My sweet first-born is wanting to take care of me instinctively.
"I love you more than the world, Ben. Go back to sleep."
"Okay mommy. I love you. See you soon."
God - I'm just curious: When I'm on my knees, face down at the foot of their bed...does it make a difference?
Regardless...I KNOW he has a direct line to you. I KNOW THIS. So 'all is well'.
Biblical definition of Benjamin: Son of my right hand.
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