One day, I will long for my little boy to be in my arms, to cry when I leave or am out of sight, to follow me everywhere I go. One day, I will look back on my golden years and wish I had them back.

I had a difficult morning. My niece was coming over and I really wanted to clean up a little bit before she arrived. I didn’t succeed in doing so because Patrick insisted on being in my arms. When I went to take a bath, he opened the bathroom door and stood next to the bath, crying at me. My husband called, eventually, and I expressed my frustration over never being able to do anything without my little appendage. A picture of a teenage boy flashed through my mind and I immediately apologized to God for my brief frustration. I love Patrick more than I love myself. He is an active little boy, who keeps me on my toes and lets me know how much he loves me with hugs, kisses, cuddling and sometimes even crying when he can’t be in my arms.

Thank you, God, for blessing me with Patrick and all my children! Thank you, God, for these golden years!