His hand clutches the pencil, eraser picked and chewed. Concentration etched on his dimpled face as his tongue tip slips into the hard working pose. Handwriting. School. Momma stops and reads the words. From his paper, straight to my heart.
"A true friend is always loyal and a brother is born to help in time of need."- Proverbs 17:17
Only 6, tomorrow 7. In such short years, he loves much. In sweetness he forgives easily. In brother quarrels he says he's sorry when he has done nothing wrong. He hugs and kisses with lavish abandon. He gives his best to others, always prefers his brother. Not something taught, he just is. At his party, he will ask his brother to sit with him and open their gifts together. He always has. When asked where he would like to go, anywhere in the world, India he answers. To take bandaids to the children who live on the street and Bibles.
Brothers live. Momma learns. In my years, a longing to be known for loving much. In sweetness to forgive easily. Humility, doing everything to live at peace with everyone. Hugs and kisses, always, showering love on those dearest and near. Giving my best to others, my brothers and sisters that share my Abba. Someday, India .... to walk with him side by side. And inviting others to the party at the end of time. Sitting down and opening our gifts together.
I walk step by step, teaching him and holding his hands for his first. He teaches me step by step in living and loving.
Happy happy birthday my bold one. Keep leading your generation into all of the promises of God and teaching the mommas how to do the same.