In the middle of the night...

My son woke up in the middle of the night last night.

Instead of waiting to see if he would go back to sleep, I anxiously went upstairs.  I wanted to be with him.

Long after he fell back asleep, I sat and held him.  I didn’t even rock.  I just sat still and held him close and felt him lean against me, secure and peaceful.

I thought about how he is safe right now from so many things, in his current state of babyness.  

He doesn’t yet know that people can be mean.  Or that sunburns really hurt.  Or that the mail is mostly filled with bills.  He doesn’t know the sorrow a heart can feel after experiencing death.

Part of me wants to keep it like this forever.

But then I also thought…he doesn’t know what it’s like to have a friend stick up for you.  Or how delicious ice cream tastes on a hot summer day.  Or how Jesus paid our debt and this brings victory over death.

I prayed for him to grow.  I prayed for him to experience. I prayed for him to know Him. 

And I can’t wait to be his Mommy through it all.

He is my best gift from 2010.