RSS Feed

He won’t be mine forever…

Posted on

When I stand at my kitchen sink and turn my head to the left, this is what I see:

But there’s something missing form this picture. Usually, perched on the arm of the chair like a tiny bird ready to take flight is Simeon.

Often when I find him like this, perched on the arm of the chair watching tv or looking at a book, or driving his cars back and forth, I call out and interrupt his play. I point to my eye, then my heart, then to him. He yells out, or sometimes whispers, “I. lovf. You.” Sometimes he says. I lovf you too, mama [Monica]. It makes me feel warm and right when this happens.

The other day I saw him there and instead of interrupting his play, I just watched. I drank in deeply the sight of him. The constant whir of him. The energy, the light, the joy of him. I ached for him. I wanted so desperately to call to him. To point to my eye, then heart, then in his direction, but I didn’t. I couldn’t. I was overwhelemed with the loss of him. And I haven’t even lost him yet. Someday that perch may be occupied by another little body who I will also love very much. Perhaps it never will. That doesn’t really matter now. What matters is that this little bird boy. This little wiggly, giggly, smelly little boy will grow up and I may never know, probably won’t ever know what becomes of him.

It doesn’t mean I want to stop loving him. It doesn’t mean I won’t ever love another. It just reminds me to love with my all, my very best while I can. While I’ve got him here perched on my chair.

Hey Simeon: I. Love. You.

Advertisements

About Monica

Christ following, husband loving, children hugging foster and adoptive mama.

5 responses »

  1. That was beautiful. Thanks for sharing.

    Reply
  2. It just seems like he is one of us now. So hard to think of saying goodbye someday. I can hardly stand the thought.

    Reply
  3. You’ve got my crying at my desk. I also do the point to my eye, heart, you and its such a gift to have someone to do it back. The most cherished moments are also the simplest. You’re doing a great job soaking it all in.

    Reply
  4. Gorgeous, Monica. You will always be connected to this little boy, and your words and actions will matter forever.

    Thank you. I wish I could stop by that chair and share some coffee with you.

    Reply
  5. Pingback: Tie it Together Thursday « Our growing family

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: