It’s no secret that little boys hold a special place in my heart…and if I do say so myself, it is kind of the irony of all ironies in my life. You see…I am the oldest of 3 children and only one son. There is no mistaking that we were each loved dearly in our family, but my mom held an extra special place in her heart for my brother. As a matter of fact, we use to call our brother “THE KING”, and give him a hard time because he could show up with an old ratty bouquet of dying flowers for my mom and all we would here about FOR WEEKS is how thoughtful and wonderful our brother was.
Like most of you, I consider my son a valuable gift from God, and maybe even more so because my mother claimed to want a son for me on her deathbed. Little did I know that her wish would teach me not only the valuable lesson of loving our children, but also, what a special bond a mother holds with her son.
This really hit home for me this week when one of my colleagues was leaving for a photographers’ convention on Sunday, and I kept reading her post about how her heart was broken because she was leaving her sons behind (one is only 6 weeks old) because work called. I could feel her pain and wanted to wrap my arms around her simply because I UNDERSTOOD!
WOW…this has turned into one sappy post, but I did see this written somewhere this week, right after she left town, and I thought it was so fitting for all of us who have raised and are raising sons:
” You are home to him. When he learns to walk, he will wobble a few feet away from you and then come back, then wobble away a little farther and then come back. When he tries something new, he will look for your proud smile. When he learns to read, he will repeat the same book to you twenty times in a row, because you’re the only one who will listen that many times. When he plays his sport, he will search for your face in the stands. When he is sick, he will call you. When he really messes up, he will call you. When he is grown and strong and tough and big and he feels like crying, he will come to you; because a man can cry in front of his mother without feeling self-conscious. Even when he grows up and has a new woman in his life and gets a new home, you are still his mother; home base, the ever constant, like the sun. Know that in your heart and everything else will fall into place.”
Now back to the REAL reason for this post…check out this little charmer. He showed up to our session, on Monday, and had drawn me the sweetest picture. He told me that I was a princess and that the picture was of my tower…he ran out of time at breakfast because he needed to hurry and get dressed for our session, so he didn’t have time to sign it, but needless to say, it stole my heart (not to mention look at those blue eyes and red hair). It really is the simple little things that always make me once again thankful that this is what I get to call MY JOB…I do SO LOVE this job and SONS.
ENJOY!!!
