It was a few days ago that my brother and I were talking about the state of education. We discussed private schools, Common Core, and standardized testing. Like always, I was all fired up. And, like always, The Brother was much more sedate. Calm. Regulated. Honest.
"Yeah, all we can do is raise them up in the Lord, teach them a good work ethic, broaden them with sports and other stuff, and teach them to trust God."
Raise them up in the Lord and teach them to trust God. Those words resonated with me.
It's been a long week at Casa de Thumann. We've all been sick. TT brings some gnarly stuff home from daycare and though AT and I have have built up a startlingly impressive immunity from high schoolers who can blow their own noses, we seem to lack immunity from the stuff that breeds at daycare. We were definitely blindsided this week.
TT wasn't sleeping well Thursday night. He was congested and he's getting two new teeth. After about the seventh time he woke up, I pulled him from his crib and took him straight to his rocker. We sat together, my eyes closed, our breathing matched, and his gentle sucking pulls on his pacifier clicking with each rock back. He was back to sleep in minutes, but still I rocked him. I thought about The Brother's words. Raise them in the Lord. Teach them to trust God.
Right after we painted Tucker's nursery, I rocked by myself for awhile. I thought about all of the nights I'd probably sit in my grandpa's old chair. Something settled within me that day, and I decided I would always use the rocking time to pray. So on Thursday night, with Tuck softly snoring on my shoulder, I prayed that he would learn to trust God.
It's during those quiet moments, when my hand automatically pats a rhythm on his back, when my toes automatically push off on the floor, when my eyes are heavy with sleep - it's during those moments that I just know he's going to be a good man. It's in those supremely quiet moments that I claw at every memory we're making ... and ingrain them. These days are short. Time is just too short.
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