Just in case you didn't know, it's (almost) Friday again! Are you doing a happy dance with me? Yeah, I thought so.
Of course that means it's time for The Gypsy Mama's Five Minute Friday.
This week's word... Focus.
I look into those deep brown eyes of him and wonder sometimes if he even sees me.
"Remember me, son? The one who carried you, gave birth to you, nursed you for the first sixteeeeeennn months of your life? Hel-lo?"
He has a laser-like focus and a one-track mind.
Last month he was focused on NOT being potty-trained. This month, I couldn't beg him to NOT be potty-trained if I tried. (Not to worry. That's not happening.)
I love that about him. Most of the time. But most of the time, I'm throwing my hands up in the air, sighing in exasperation, wondering what in the world I'm going to do to change this lovely, frustrating quirk of his into something positive.
And then he surprises me. He sits at the breakfast table, and refuses to move until he can recite Jeremiah 29:11-13. He positively will not take a bite of his food until grace has been said over his meal. Bed time cannot happen until he's been blessed, kissed and loved on.
You know, I'm pretty okay with all of that. His focus will expand as he matures and grows. My prayer is that it always remains on what matters most.
And that's what we'll be working on for the next seventy-nine years of his life.