My climb-on-the-table toddler was safely strapped in her highchair exploring Cheerios. This girl pushed the constraints of time, trying to set records with her movement: crawling for two weeks and then taking her first steps at less than ten months. The stories she could tell at less than two would leave visitors speechless.
Moments when I could safely stop watching her were rare. I escaped up our climb on yours hands and knees-these-are-so-steep stairs. I forget what I needed but the insulation and construction of that finished half story blocked sound. When I descended Bird was crying with pieces of wet Cheerios stuck to the tears on her cheeks. When the hyperventilating stopped and a warm cloth had wiped off the O’s she looked at me and whimpered, “I hart boken.” Big serious eyes, red curls and cheeks stopped me from laughing as I marveled that my not-yet-two -year had picked up such a word.
“I no could find you.” Folded into a hug and reassurances she calmed down.
God’s melted those words and that little voice in my heart. I don’t remember much that I haven’t captured with pictures, but that scene from more than eight years ago is fresh. May you and I seek God the way our children seek us.
Joyfully joining friends who love to write at Lisa-Jo’s today. Write because the words won’t stay inside for 5-minutes today and then join us today. The word? VOICE