“He is your son…he can sense your feelings…”
That’s what my mother told me some months ago and I believe her.
How can a boy who is not even 4 years old, who depends on me to get him his juice, to give him his bath, to feed him, to clothe him and to cuddle him before bed find the wisdom beyond his years? It is truly astonishing.
Our children picked up on our vibes, I’ve read and heard about it but nothing prepare me for what this boy had given me. They will know if you’re troubled. They can sense these things although they may not fully comprehend the truth or the extends of what ever weighing you down.
So when this little boy wiped my tears and said “Smile Mommy…don’t cry” he grinned showing me how to smile then proceed to gave a hug that engulfed me with so much love, I feel like it is me who depends on him.
As much as I try to stay strong for his sake he just knows it…he is part of me, my blood runs inside him.
“Don’t cry Mommy…” he said with a smile
And why did it only made me cry even more?
Holding him there I tried to pick myself up, tried to absorb the strength from a little boy. It doesn’t seem fair! I should be his Mommy…it is my duty to wipe his tears, kiss his boo-boo not the other way around.
Yet he does…he kissed my boo-boo. He wiped my tears. He made it all worthwhile.
Thank you, pumpkin! You really are a God’s sent.
If only I’m not such a crybaby Mommy.
With this post I’m letting you know that I had decided to take a short break from blogging so please do excuse my absences on your blogs. Won’t take too long but right now I just need to sort some things. See you when I get back! 
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