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Hold You

I was cleaning the house yesterday while Jackson was playing upstairs when all of a sudden I heard him say "hold you." I looked up, his chubby cheeks pressed against the banister, saw his sweet face, and heard him say again "hold you." I told him I'd hold him in a minute because mommy had to finish cleaning. I continued my chores as he began to whine and instead of getting frustrated that he was not going to let me get my stuff done I began to realize how stupid I was being. How much longer is my son going to ask me to hold him? If I ignore this request I am missing out on one of the greatest blessings in life: holding your child. So, I put down my duster, went upstairs, and held my son. I smelled his sweet hair and rubbed his head while we watched his show.

In this precious moment I began to think how easy it was for me to get back into my trivial routine. God has shown me how to appreciate life in such a renewed way through our loss but yet I let the mundane sneak back in. I was willing to continue dusting instead of stopping and holding my baby...something I long to do again with another child. Yet I so quickly shrugged it off. If I was to learn a lesson through this experience, a lesson of appreciation, I am glad that the Lord chose to teach me through a child asking his mommy to "hold you." When I did finally snuggle up to my little one I felt as though I was being held by Jesus. What a sweet and precious moment that will be etched in my memory forever! Never again will I take for granted the blessings the Lord has provided no matter how small they seem.

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Whitney said…
I can so relate to this story. When I first started staying home with Macy, I would always try to clean, etc while she was asking me to hold her. I soon realized I would much rather be loving on her and treasuring my moments with her, too!
January 29, 2008 at 12:49 PM
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