believes.
My day is filled (and I mean filled) with requests to “look at this”.
Bergen loves to call my attention to important matters.
Such as
“Mom, I found Sparks (a much-loved, frequently-misplaced-because-he-is-rather-small stuffed puppy that was once Riley’s).”
“Hey, Mom – check this out. One scab on my knee is gone and just pink but the other is still big and puffy.”
“Look at this truck – can you believe how high it jumps? Look at it again. It does it every time.” (All twenty-seven times. Yes. It certainly does, son.)
“Mommy – watch Flapjack’s eyes in this cartoon. London, can you rewind that? Mommy has to see his eyes. They’re hilarious!”
“Wow, Mommy. Look at this dinosaur. They drew blood all over his teeth.”
“Mommy, I can stand on my leg like this – watch.”
And so on.
But Bergen isn’t narrating his day just for narrating’s sake.
Here’s the thing.
Bergen believes
really believes
with all of
his fist-sized boy five-year-old heart
that what he is telling me is important
and
therefore
he believes
really believes
with all of
his fist-sized boy five-year-old heart
that I care about what he says.
Bergen
believes
that I love him.
And he
believes
that that love
will make the news he has to share
important to me too.
Because Bergen
really believes
that that’s how love works.
And I
really believe
that Bergen
is right.
My boy is not trying to distract me with his wild thoughts.
He is not trying to keep me from getting my tasks at hand completed
with his daily actions and announcements.
Bergen
likes
me.
And he wants to share his day with me.
Shame on me
for thinking like a grown up.
There is a little boy here who is inviting me into his life.
Into what he treasures most – daring feats, sharks, scabs, dinosaurs, laughter.
And I want that little boy
to believe
really believe
with all of his fist-sized boy five-year-old heart
that
his mommy
loves him too.
3 Comments
Jaime
I think this is the most precious posts ever. I think I hear the word "LOOK" way more than I hear the words "the" or "and". Flowers they pick for me, how far they hit their ball, them lining up trucks in a straight line, it goes on and on. I love looking and loving. Thank you for this post!!!
Gretchen
So sweet! I hear similar things from my boys! It's sweet.
Stacy Finnigan
I love this.
It's so true.
I try to practice this every time I'm at my internship with those kids that I love and will miss so dearly.
It works.
I've seen a marked change in one of the middle school girls.