Rock and Roll

I am sad. My little baby, Sammy, has officially embarked on a new chapter in life. Last week he broke away from training wheels. Conner didn't ride a 2 wheeler until he was at least 6 1/2. Ben was a little younger than that, but Sam is the youngest of the three to remove the safety net of the training wheels and ride free.

Taylor went on a run with Conner and Ben the other night, so Sam and I went out on a venture to perfect his abilities on a bike. We spent about an hour doing the same things on the sidewalk...me giving him a push, him riding for a while, him crashing, then standing up and starting all over again. After the hour was up(and it REALLY was an hour), he looked at me and said something I won't forget...EVER!!! He said, "Mommy, rock and roll!" And with that said, he got on his bike, balanced himself, and he was off without a push from mommy. I stood there for a moment, taking it all in. It slowly overcame me. "It" was the fact that although he's only 4 and 1/2, these moments and times are slowly slipping away. I wasn't going to have a first word, first crawl or walk, first preschool day, first pee/poop on the potty, etc. anymore. And yes, this was the last time I gave my little one a push to get him started on his bike. Emotion swept in and I became very sad.

Luckily the Lord knows these things. He feels our hurts and our joys. He knows. He allows for moments like these to remind us how precious and valuable children are. As it says in Psalm 127:4---"Like arrows in the hand of a warrior, So are the children of one's youth"

My little guys are invaluable and truly rewards from Christ. And when the fatigue sets in and each day ends, I don't want them to know how tired mommy is or how frustrating her day was. I want them to know how precious and amazing they are...how truly loved they are and will always be. I don't want to say I am doing my best...I want to live it and show them my best!