Waiting. Waiting.. Waiting… Much of life is waiting. This morning I was waiting at the bus stop, as I do every morning. It’s the same each morning – at least for me. I walk to the bus stop – the kids run. I chat with the parents – the kids run around in the park. The big, yellow bus pulls around the corner and all the kids run to their parents for the obligatory hug.
Jackson, my middle son, hugs me and runs along his merry way. Cooper, my youngest, always lingers a bit longer, hugs me a bit tighter, and engages in that moment more than Jackson. More than me.
This morning he hugs me tightly, laying his head on my chest for a few seconds.
“Mom, do you have your ipod on?”
“I hear something…”
“Oh, you must hear my heart beating.”
Lays his head back on my chest, “Oh yeah, that’s what it is. It sounds so nice.”
Then, he kisses my belly; I lean down and kiss him on the forehead and off he goes.
The sound of music, while waiting at the bus stop. I didn’t even hear it. I didn’t hear a thing really, or at least nothing really registered until that moment. Who knew that I sounded as good as an ipod. Now, since his current favorite song is, “BOOM, BOOM, POW” I’m not sure I really want to sound like that, but to know that me, just me, sounds like music to my son. Man, I will take that any day.
Psalm 139:14 “I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made; your works are wonderful, I know that full well.”