Eleven years ago today my heart left my body for the first time, and took root in an 8 pound bundle of joy. After I got over the initial feeling of being scared to death at this new little phenomenon in front of me, over the years I watched my heart run about in its new location – taking first steps, speaking first words, getting on the school bus for the first time, riding a bike, playing football.
It’s an amazing feeling that only a parent can understand when you truly watch your heart – your whole being, every ounce of yourself – walking around in a being separate from your own.
You can’t protect your heart yourself, as it is totally under the control of its Keeper. Over time, it will be elated, broken, stepped upon, proud, disappointed ~ sometimes all at the same time. It all depends on the Keeper.
Today is a special day for one of my Keepers – and he makes me so proud to be a mom.
Happy Birthday my big man……your mom loves you so very much!