I Wish You Would Stay Little

“Sissie, can you help me?”, his sweet little voice asks.

His obsession with being David in the “David and Goliath” story has taught him how to utilize socks as slingshots, and how to stuff his pockets full of wooden building blocks… his “stones”.

“Sure, sweetheart,” I reply, as I unpack the “rocks” stuck in his pocket.

Just about an hour ago, I went to put this little man down for his nap… and he insisted on trying to sleep with his blue raspberry ring pop.

I let him hold it, then when I saw his hand slowly dropping, I tried to rescue the aforesaid ring pop from getting fuzz all over it… and my shirt, the rocking chair, and our hair from getting sticky.

He instantly wakes up, and holds his sucker tighter.

Replay this scene about ten more times, and add in a few frequent bursts of laughter!

I finally had to make him part with his prized possession, and a few sorrowful tears were shed. But after listening to “Gotta Get To Jesus”, “Take Me Out To The Ballgame”, and “Will The Circle Be Unbroken?” the sleepy little eyelids closed into a restful slumber, complete with some loud snoring {he was suffering with a stuffed nose}.

How can a sister’s heart hold so much love?

It is so full, it hurts sometimes.

When I hold him {which is getting harder to do, he being an almost-three-year-old}; when he gives me wet and sticky kisses; when I come home from a long day at work, and he yells, “Sissie! You home!”, then greets me with a bear hug; even when he’s grumpy and doesn’t want to see me; all these things, and many more, make me feel so much love and nostalgia sometimes.

I know he is growing up… but I miss these special moments that tie my heartstrings up in knots.

I am so proud of his accomplishments, and excited when he achieves new things.

But I wish he could stay little forever… that the hours I’ve spent rocking my little munchkin to sleep wouldn’t end quite so soon… that his slobbery kisses and bear hugs would linger just a little bit longer… that his smiles and laughter could brighten up the whole world… and the way he calls for me, “Sissie!”, would be a forever name.

I can’t help but think of the first time I saw him, and held this tiny blessing in my arms for the first time… he was, and still is, an answer to my prayers. The tears of joy fell then, and to be honest, they’re falling even now as I write this.

I know this sounds so clichΓ©, but life would never be the same without him. I am so grateful, so blessed, so honored, that the Lord saw fit to make me this little boy’s big sister!

So, the point is, even though you have heard these things before, don’t take these precious little ones for granted.

Why don’t we just let them be little? Why don’t we just take the time to love these priceless gifts that God has granted to us for only a short time? Why do we put busyness {yes, I spelled that right :} before taking ten minutes to read them a story, jump in a mud puddle with them, snuggle them and hold them close, and let them know that they are loved?

We can learn a lesson from little ones- love is pretty much all a child needs; they thrive on it! They are so simple, and trusting.

We make things so much more complex than they need to be.

Children see no lines and boundaries of social status. They seem to love and care about anyone and anything.

Children forgive and forget so willingly and quickly. Can we learn from them to do the same?

Here is my challenge for you today: Go love the little ones in your life. Let them know they are special to you. Take the time to show them you care.

I guarantee you will never regret it!

3 thoughts on “I Wish You Would Stay Little

  1. A tear jerker! Love is the strongest bond! If we can feel that way…just think of God’s Love. Thanks for your writings! Well done! Can’t wait for the next!πŸ’œ

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