I remember when
he was a babe in my arms
And the way his hair smelled.
I remember when
he followed me from room to room
And
planted wet kisses on my cheeks.
I remember when
he learned to crawl, walk, and finally run.
These memories I
hold deep in my heart.
I remember when
he ate the fish from our aquarium.
I remember when
at three-years-old, he would write,
“God loves me and I love God.”
I remember when
he stood on a church pew and flew Buzz Lightyear during a prayer and shouted,
“To infinity and beyond.”
These memories
bring me peace and laughter.
I remember when
he road his bike off a cliff.
I remember when
he moved his trampoline over to the pool
And jumped from it into his pool.
I remember when
he and his dad made a skateboard ramp that was too high
And he seemed to take off for space
the first time he used it.
These memories
make me aware that God watches our children.
I remember his
growing up and all the delight he brought into our lives.
My memories are
blessed, and good, and filled with joy.
But now life is
creating a new memory.
Today, another
mom is making a memory.
Tomorrow, she
will be able to say that she remembers
Events in her son’s life that she
thought were lost to her.
These new
memories serve to make me more fully aware of my great God
And how He loves and comforts the
broken hearts of mothers.