A small boy at just 20 months old is stumbling around our living room. He loves playing with our dog, who is thrilled to finally have a child in our house. Now that he's got walking down running is often being pursued, what young child would want to walk when they could run? The cupboards and drawers have all had the child safety locks installed. Baby gates are closed to contain the curious little boy full of energy. He calls out to daddy to watch him as he runs at the dog rolls around.
Isaiah stands rubbing the head of his dear sister, just a few days past 6 months. He's trying to tell her to hurry and grow, he can't wait to teach her to play and to run. Of course only a few of the words are fully understandable and sounds more like "oh hur-ee grow, tea-ch ploy an runnnnnnnnn!" She looks up at her big brother and smiles, as far as she is concerned he is the greatest thing on earth.
He stands there looking up at me with those gorgeous blue eyes, his brown curls outline his face, holding out his hand. " I has owie!" I bend down, and scoop up the son I love so much. I pull his little finger, he's squashed with is own clumsy feet, up to my lips and plant a kiss, the healing kiss of a mother. "Aw bwet-er!" With a bear hug, I let him down and he's off to explore.
Cleaning and cooking has changed as there is always an eager helper standing by. He's not always making things easier, but the joy and happiness he spreads outweighs it all. The day comes to close with a story and bedtime prayers with daddy. The last memory is always a hug and kiss from mommy and daddy as his eyes close in eagerness for a new day to come again.
To my first son, Isaiah, who has been on my heart these last few days. Some days I strongly wish that you were here. I dream often of you. I wanted so badly to see you sit upon your daddy's lap, to hear your little voice. I never got to see you. You were pulled from this earth way too early. I've longed to hold you in my arms, but for now I hold you in my heart. I'll see you someday and I'll hold you as well. You've got some a little sister up there to watch out for, you also have two other siblings that I never got the chance to find out about, but I know you're taking care of them, just like your daddy would do with his brother and sister. Love them, guide them, and hug them. When you find it hard to watch your three younger siblings, my mom will come and she will hug you, and know that it comes from me.