Squirrels Like Sons. . .

Do you not stop and freeze when a squirrel appears on your porch or a branch close by, or just ahead on your walking path – and watch, always wishing it would come closer? All the world seems to stop while you hold your breath, keeping still, waiting. . . wondering if you just went a little closer, would the squirrel attack or maybe take an acorn from your hand – sensing you meant nothing but good . . . . amazing how nature mimicks motherhood.

The Meeting

might happen when they roll out of bed in the morning, or after school, before dinner, after a soccer game

maybe bumping into each other in the laundry room

a surprise meeting

And your heart jumps – no matter how much they grow away from being the baby –

Excitement, hope, mommy-love just perks up, prodded sometimes by hope

because after The Father, the Son, the Holy Spirit, and your Husband

You love your child

But you react with caution, just like you would with an untamed squirrel,

judging the situation, the emotions, the attitude, the eye-contact, the set of the mouth

and, sometimes, you find a smile, a warm word, a brief peace meeting

and sometimes, all you get is this!

But, like with squirrel meetings,

you are awed

the creature

came

so

close.