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I think he’s in love with me!

Jen — Thu, 11 Dec 2008 14:19:10 +0000

I sat holding my four year old son last night, cherishing the moments that are so fleeting. He began a long and lovely conversation with me that went something like this:

Mommy, you are beautiful! Your hair is beautiful, your skin is beautiful, your “these” (pointing to my eyebrows) are beautiful, your arms are beautiful, your fingers are beautiful, this thing on your finger (my ring) is beautiful.

He went on. And on. We all need to hear that sometimes!! It was a long and exhausting day and I sat rather crumpled in a chair, and when he came to climb in my lap, I wasn’t so sure I had the energy for this. But I was wrong. I always have the energy to listen to how beautiful I am. :-)

Our Father in Heaven thinks we are all beautiful, and I believe He chose to tell me that last night through my precious little boy.

It’s all in the glasses.

Jen — Tue, 24 Jun 2008 17:20:36 +0000

“Your students would really like you, Mom.” My almost 9-year-old son was speaking in a serious voice, knowingly pointing to his head. I was a classroom teacher before I had all these kids, and I was talking to my young ones about teaching.

I smiled, completely warmed by his sweetness. “You know,” he continued, “they would think you are really intelligent.” More warming, and even little pitter-patters in my heart. What a kind-hearted, encouraging boy, he thinks Mom is smart!

“You really think so?” I say, hoping for more of these lovely compliments. Having been his teacher for the past few years, it’s good to know that he values my brilliance, my astute nature, my…

“Of course, Mom!” he states matter-of-factly. “It’s the glasses. They make you really smart.”

Oh. The glasses. That’s what he so knowingly pointed to, not my clever brain at all. Ahem. Adjusting my glasses here. So, would you like to know where I purchased my super-powered glasses? Because I’m sure you all want a pair now.

Sneaking permission to get on the blanket

Jen — Mon, 10 Mar 2008 19:59:11 +0000

We have a stone cold floor. Slippers or at least socks are a must in the winter and even spring to keep your toes from a bluish frost. In fact, it’s a rule for the children to put socks on in the morning so they aren’t tempted to huddle by the heater for hours. JoJo dragged a few blankets down this morning, and like the cute, imaginative four-year-old girl she is, began to cocoon herself into a warm ball. With just her head now poking out from her fuzzy yellow swathe, she informed her little brother that NO, he could not come in – “You have socks on, you’re warm.” She, however, had broken the rule and was sockless.

Moments later, I heard, “JoJo, I’m cold, now I can come in.” Having stealthily shoved his socks aside, his bare feet were now the proof that he deserved to snuggle in the blanket with her.

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