... Wait Training

Surely we can't be the only ones who have loved, lost, prayed, and persevered through difficult times.  This space is created as a sounding board where we can reflect, respond, and remember the best loves in our lives.  Love.  We give it; we receive it, and that's all we can really do.  Our "why" if you will, is to connect with people through our personal experiences, and encourage individuals to share their own stories- creating a ripple effect of self-expression, connection, comfort, and healing.  Sometimes the hardest part of being a human being is the "being" part.  Taking time to be still and reflect on what you're going through is more challenging than the busy act of living life itself.  The blog name comes from the writers' attributes. Kara and Roxy, both of whom are active individuals: teachers/wives/mothers/fitness trainers/and writers at heart.  We are impatiently waiting for life's progress at times, but constantly training ourselves to improve in this department.  Join us on our journey.  Welcome to... 

"...Wait Training" 

I Love... (Roxy)

November 21, 2017

I recently went through some old photo albums and found pictures of our family taken while we were building our house.  Grayden had just turned four at the time, and we didn’t think we could have any more children. (More on that later)  I remember thinking it would be okay if I only had one son because some women never even got to experience motherhood, and besides how could I ever love anyone as much as I love Grayden!?  We had just placed his chubby little hand in the wet cement of our new back porch when I decided to pull out my journal and pay him tribute. 

Here’s what I wrote:

I LOVE…

I love being your mom.

Reading your favorite stories over and over

Giggling with you under the covers

Hearing you say prayers before you fall asleep.

I love watching your chest rise and fall while you’re resting.

Hearing you whimper in your sleep,

Wondering what it is that you’re dreaming.

 

I love being your mom.

Waking you up with a funny song; sung off key in my silliest voice,

Making you pancakes for breakfast.

Listening to your little lips smack as you TRY to chew with your mouth closed.

I love pretending to be amused by your “Knock, Knock” jokes.

Laughing even when they aren’t funny.

Seeing the pride on your face when you think you’ve entertained me.

I love being your mom.

Running alongside of you while you ride your “big boy” bike.

Coaching you through your first soccer games.

Hugging you even when you’re all sweaty from playing.

I love raking leaves for you to jump into,

Putting a caterpillar in your hand for the first time

And watching in horror as you squeeze it…

Hey, it’s ok...You didn’t know!

 I love being your mom.

Holding your right hand while Dad holds your left.

Flying you over the curb.

“One, two, three…Swing!”

I love being your mom. 

Teaching you all I know about right and wrong

and family, and friendships, and the things that matter most; and every day I will continue to thank God for bringing you into my life.