There was a time in his life when #6 paid no attention to whether or not his father was in the room.\u00a0 He was focused only on his own physical needs and they all came from me.\u00a0 Dad was a guy who held him and helped him out, but life was all about mom.\u00a0 Then he stopped nursing, his focus turned outward, and he discovered the wonder of Dad.<\/p>\n
My sweet husband now has to sneak out of the house in the morning when he leaves for work.\u00a0 At 18 months, our boy loves his father with the whole of his being and begins to tear up as soon as the Computer Guy sits down with his socks and shoes.\u00a0 His lip quivers when his dad picks up his laptop, and he begins to wail when the front door opens.\u00a0 He misses his dad even before he leaves the house.<\/p>\n
#6 spends the day playing, napping, and looking for his father.\u00a0 The sound of the front door opening brings forth squeals of delight because it might<\/i> be Dad.<\/p>\n
Most days, I smile at the love my son has for his father.\u00a0 His pain is a good sign that they are well and truly bonded.\u00a0 It is a indication of the love his father has for him.<\/p>\n
I feel his pain.\u00a0 It was been weeks since I have been able to go to Mass.\u00a0 I\u2019ve been sick or one or more of the children have been sick since the 2nd week of Advent.\u00a0 They don\u2019t get sick early enough on Saturday to allow me to head over to the Vigil Mass, and the rest of the family returns home too late for me to make it to Mass alone.\u00a0 It has been weeks since I have sat in church, and I miss my Father.<\/p>\n
This weekend, it looked as if\u00a0 I would be able to go with my family, but a late night emergency room visit with our 6 year old knocked the hope of Mass right out of me.\u00a0 While I worried for her (and she\u2019s better now), I thought wearily of the fact that I would miss Mass again.\u00a0 It\u2019s the Feast of the Baptism and I haven\u2019t been in a church since the second week of Advent.\u00a0 Even my attempts at daily Mass have been interrupted by suddenly vomiting or feverish children.<\/p>\n
For a reason known only to Him, God seems to have decided that this moment of my life is to be spent in service to my family and aching for Him. Thanks to my son, I recognize the ache for what it really is.\u00a0 It is a sign of my love for Him, a reminder that we are truly bonded and the merest indication of His love for me.<\/p>\n<\/body><\/html>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
There was a time in his life when #6 paid no attention to whether or not his father was in the room.\u00a0 He was focused only on his own physical needs and they all came from me.\u00a0 Dad was a guy who held him and helped him out, but life was all about mom.\u00a0 Then […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1979,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-723","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"yoast_head":"\n