"I get to take care of you," he says. Jack leans elbow-down on the green couch, wads little boy hands into fists and tucks them under his chin. Myra watches. "I get to take care of every single girl in this family," the boy says. He leans a little closer, whispers. "I get to take care of them, with my money." He cups a smudgy hand open, three pennies. The boy raises both eyebrows then kisses her tummy. "Big-Strong-Boy is back," he says.
8 comments:
Oh, how exciting! Seeing the God image as protector emerge . . with THREE pennies! Like David and his sling. Lion-hearted courage. So innocent and so relevant. Thanks!
wow. such a beautiful boy-man you are raising. and with a heart to serve... you do well, sweet mama-friend. he learns nurture-love through you. and i know, home doesn't seem home without him, hey? thank you for your comments today. you always see my heart. xo
All I can say is...I just love that boy!! :)
Reminds me of By "Lead Me" by Sanctus Real
Love it! What a sweet boy you have there.
Oh my goodness. So much like Oliver. Let's make a pact to always cherish these little moments because people tell me it flies by. I'm already beginning to notice. I love your posts :)
Can I just say that I LOVE your blog?!
while i write girl, you capture boy here. bex's hands are still pudgy, dirty toddler hands, but to little sister they are gentle and protective. three pennies. i loved this.
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