perspective.
Cuddling with Bergen before bed is sweet.
And fleeting.
I know.
In a recent cuddle-fest, I kissed his ear and whispered, “I love you son.”
“I love you too, Momma,” my pint-sized reading machine replied.
“Berg – do you know how much I love you?”
“No, Momma. I don’t know how much.”
And he probably doesn’t.
He really can’t.
Because he’s five years old.
So by his very length of life,
he lacks
what it takes to understand.
He lacks
what only age and time and experience can bring you.
He lacks
perspective.
He won’t really understand how much I love him until he’s older.
Until he has seen more
experienced more
lived more.
He cannot know right now.
Not really.
And some of that perspective won’t fall into his lap until he is cuddling with his own son there and he is in love with his own boy and he asks that kid, “Do you know how much I love you?”
And then it might hit him.
Ah, perspective.
My mom loved me like this too.
And you know, (I know you know), that I guess God’s love is pretty much just the same.
Because we have such limited perspective.
We have such little experience.
We just don’t know the big picture.
We just can’t see the end
or understand the process.
We need to see,
live,
experience
more.
We need perspective.
But we won’t get it.
Not in this life time.
Not really.
We get glimpses.
Like cuddling with a little boy now
and remembering that a mom cuddled with you then
and imagining your son cuddling with a little one far from now.
And we have to let those be enough.
3 Comments
Marion
Don't make me cry. I'm postpartum, you know.
LaceyKeigley
If you cry – it is not my fault.
tpeg88
One of my favorite memories of the summer was when some of us went to Toy Story 3 with the kids. Half way through the movie, Berg cuddled up next to me. T'was a magical moment.
Oh. And I did keep my word, I didn't read the other post again. I'm boycotting that post, not the blog, haha!