I’m The One Who’s Blessed

I enjoyed spending time with my sons this weekend. We didn’t do much..lots of cuddling, lots of food and we played American Idol on the Wii. My 5 year old got mad because the lyrics on the screen were moving too fast for him to read. But I was so excited because my baby can READ!

Yay! He’s so wonderful. They both are! And handsome too..Mmmm…mmmm…Two young women are going to be so lucky in the future. The DISTANT future. ~cough~

Why are my sons so interested in secks? They always bring it up and tell me the wildest stories about finding their Dad’s stash of skin magazines and what their friends at school have to say about the topic. I always tell them, “Your body is a treasure. If you find a treasure box filled with millions of dollars and diamonds and other valuable stuff, you wouldn’t just share with anyone who walked by. You’d give it to those you love and trust, right?”

“Yes…”

“Well, that’s how you should treat your body too. Don’t share it with just anyone. Wait until you find someone who is worthy. You have plenty of time. Everyone is going to have a chance to do it eventually.”

“Everyone?”

“Yes, everyone. There’s no rush. Just enjoy being young and having fun. It’s not a big mystery. It’s not a competition. You’ll grow up and you’ll know when it’s the right time.”

I sure wish someone had told me that when I was younger…

~sigh~

We went to the park before I took them back to their Dad’s house. We played “that’s my car”, swung on the tire swing and they had me climbing up the rock climbing wall again. I led them in a rousing game of affirmations when my turn came to be the leader during ‘follow the leader.’

“I am a miracle,” I said as we duck walked through the grass.
I am a miracle. They repeated.
“I am a treasure.”
I am a treasure.
“I love myself everyday.”
I love myself everyday.
“Because I am GREAT!”
Because I am GREAT!

Yeah. I know..corny..but, they are used to it by now. I have them affirm themselves all the time and I make sure to affirm them as well. I can’t allow them to grow up questioning whether they deserve love like I did. I won’t let that happen.

Then we all sat on the big orange blanket and played hand games and “i spy” for a little while.

As we drove back to the their Dad’s house we all sat in silence listening to my new audiobook. The man mentioned appreciation and I asked my boys, “Can we name a few things we appreciate?”

“What’s appreciate?”

“It means to be grateful for. What are you grateful for?”

“You,” they said in unison. “We’re grateful for you. And Daddy. And all of our family. And the Universe. And the trees. We are blessed.”

“Yes you are,” I said as I peeked at them through the rear view mirror.

“No,” I whispered to myself. “I am the one who’s blessed.”