A little boy bursts through the door. He’s here. Then he’s there. Examining, exploring, trying to figure things out.
I try to get him to sit, to focus, but I need to pull him gently.
photo credit: nattu
We’ve talked about creating a peaceful home, a place of learning.
He wants to be here.
He wants to play.
He wants to be loved. {Don’t we all?}
The challenge is before me and I willingly accept the burden, because the burden is a soul. This soul peers through big, brown eyes and walks with stinky feet. It’s an honor to teach him. To bring him into our family. To show him how a mother treats a son.
I review phonograms with him and let him jump to the answers. I call him in to worship and he requests “Our God is an Awesome God.”
And then in the quiet of the evening, I pray for this little boy as tears stream down my face. I’m burdened, and I’m in love.
And love is the foundation of everything I want to teach.