The Distractable Mommy

She smiles as he jabbers away, linking new phrases together, learning new words, and mimicking everything he hears. Her son is learning, faster than she can believe, and for a moment, her heart longs for the little baby he was. Her longings are interrupted by three beautiful words… strung together completely unprompted, and her heart leaps for joy, knowing she is happy to be in the now…she hears him softly say

“Love you, mommy”

Today, at lunch, sitting at our table, I asked Shepherd what kind of sandwich he wanted.

“Penis Butter Sandmich”

Slightly amused, I chuckled inwardly, while correcting his mistake.

“Pea-NUT Butter Sandwich.  That’s Right!”

He smiled, and began demanding “Penis Butter” over and over and over again.

No matter how many times we go through this, my child cannot say his T’s.  I firmly believe he’s slowly erroding away at my sanity to achieve world domination. Either that, or I’m doomed to public humiliation when confronted with words like Truck, Peanut, and so on and so on.

My life is SO glamorous.

Deepest Hazel eyes.
My soul can not hide the pain.
Darkness overcomes.

My Walls around, lies.
They paint my story picture
And ensnare the weak.

A bird perched alone
A bitter song I sing out
For freedom I long

This prison of self
The tortured soul wants justice
Yet daily I die

My deepest yearning
The unfulfilled dream of youth
My creator knew

To live as a song
Flowing freely up and down
Always moving you

Truth is hard to be
When oppression holds you back
The melody dies

Awake young pilgrim
Arise and take heart, alas!
Your savior cometh

He’s the truth you need
Your burden He’ll gladly bear
Just rest in His arms

No, nothing you need
He loves you as you are now
A beautiful song