Puzzles

Turner is into puzzles lately. We have taken apart and put his favorite back together at least 100 times today. I love how it is his nature to master something new. Everything is new and repetition is king. This is good for me because saying "Wuv Mama" is getting lots of practice. Can my heart melt anymore?

He shares with me. Not many others, but who cares right? As long as mom is his #1 who cares? While playing sword fight with Brad he stopped mid battle and realized that I wasn't playing because I didn't have a sword. He stopped and walked into his room and pulled out a tennis racket and brought it to me so I could play too. That was the sweetest thing to me.

Tonight after we read his story Brad kissed him goodnight and walked out of his room. I stole a few minutes and laid down beside him. I told him I would lay there by him if he was still and quiet. These are two of the hardest things for Turner to be. But he laid still and quiet. After afew minutes I picked my head up. He reached out from under the covers and gently pushed my head back to the pillow and wispered "No Mama, down". I laid my head back beside his and he wrapped his arm around my neck. And still and quiet we both were.

My son is magic. His smile is the key to happiness, mine at least. The many gifts that he gives renew my soul. The chance to lay with my arm wrapped around an angel is a blessing. I miss being able to hold him like I did for so many hours when he was a baby. I relish the chance to snuggle with him.

I love to watch every new accomplishment. His latest is climbing up and down the ladder to his top bunk. My breath is in my throat the whole journey, but up and down he goes by himself. Parenthood is a double edged sword. On one side is my pride and amazement at what he can do. The other is the fear of what he can do, and will he get hurt doing it? I love everyday with my little daredevil.



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