This is my son. I think we will call him Baby until he finds a girl and gets married and has babies of his own. And maybe even after that. This is a rotten photo…the lighting and such. But it had to be posted for all to see. DO YOU SEE? My son is playing with polly pocket clothes. And loving it. It’s nothing new, really. This morning he was walking happily along in pink, plastic high heels. He does surprisingly well in them. He is the classic over-looked, under-bought-for 3rd child. Boy toys are limited in our house. Poor baby.
I am happy to report that an assortment of trains, trucks and tools are waiting under our tree for his masculine delight. And a pretend dust buster. He loves the dust buster.
That’s awesome! Our third is also a boy and fell into the same issues. The first time I came home to him playing dress up in princess out fits I realized we needed to get some masculine toys.
the first day of school the teacher will be like Luke Freeman. and he will go actually i go by baby.
You have no idea how much your writing inspires me. You have no idea who I even am. But, I am you.
That sounds scary, doesn’t it?
Sorry – I just mean that you put into words thoughts and feelings I don’t have the mind to say. Or the time. or energy.
I have 4 kids and I struggle. I am not the mom I thought I would be (the ‘good mom’). And I have a Savior.
And I thank Him that He has brought me to a place where I can laugh and cry because I’m not alone. And someone can put into print the things I wish I could say.
So, thank you for having the mind, taking the time, and rustling up the energy to write so I can laugh and smile about a cyberspace friend I’ve never met. But know I would love.
dear 6,
first let me just say wow…you are the most recent in a group of people (both new friends and old) who have chosen to speak into my life when it would probably have been easier to remain silent. Your encouragement is deeply appreciated and I am reminded to speak into the lives of others who inspire me.
Sometimes I wonder why I even write and am tempted to stop…thank you for letting me know you are out there. I admit I’m excited to know you are me…but also feel like I should offer my condolences for the same reason
hope to see you here again.