The sun was streaming through the window and I felt like I was bathing in its glow as I sat down on the lounge for a while. The rise and fall of voices could be heard in the background but it sounded like a distant hum. Still further away was the sound of singing. Close by my side was a boy, snuggling in, enjoying the moment with me.
"Please sit for a while, Mum." There was a pleading in those eyes and I relaxed my body back into the chair. "We haven’t done this for a while." It was Stephen, my eldest who was sharing this time with me. We sat on that couch for at least fifteen minutes, just being together.
Adam was in the next room listening to Salamandastron on audio CD, Zac was singing down the other end of the house as he made his bed, did his bible reading and got ready for the day. Mark was playing with trains, quietly.
Yes, he was right. We hadn’t done this for a while and though there were several times in those fifteen minutes when I felt the urge to get up, I didn’t. The computer and emails could wait, tending the fire could wait, getting some books out for the day could wait, getting my three year old dressed could wait, my cup of tea could wait. My boy could not wait. If I didn’t encourage this and be available for him now, as a ten year old, I would send the message that his snuggles were not welcome anymore. It was only 15 minutes and the rest could wait.
It was a time of joy for me yesterday and no, it didn’t cure the problems of the world or mean that he was perfect for the rest of the day but we had a precious time together.
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