Saturday, August 14, 2010

Little Bear to the Mama Bear

Thank you all for "being there" in my moment of trial with the little bear. Thanks for all your kind words and support that only a mother can give.

Just a little update.....

The second night, after I typed my blog, I went to bed and prayed out my soul that I would know if this was the right place for Tate and what I needed to do. I didn't feel inspired. I wasn't sure what I should do. I took him to school the next day and felt uneasy the whole way there. I wish I could just have some comforting feeling to tell me he would be just fine.

Then, out of the blue, my cute little bear in the backseat said, "Mom!"
I looked in the rear view mirror and this cutest ever little bear said, "happy." He had the biggest, cheesy grin on his face and was pointing to his teeth to show me he was happy. He kept it on is face until we pulled into school. He got out and ran to his friends.

I was thankful that the Lord answered my prayers through this little guy. He gave me the reassurance I needed to know that he was happy. That he would be fine and that his world was secure.

Since words are very few for this little man, that little word, "happy", said more than two paragraphs combined.

I love that word and with that, this mama bear is..... "happy".

He ate his bananas and almond butter at lunch. He still had a wet pull up but he had a great day.

It's going to be ok and I went to the movies while he was at school. Peaceful and assured.


Tirsa Baker said...

What a great story. Sometimes kids know just how to make a mom feel ok. Thanks for sharing!

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Kate said...

That is so cute! What a sweet answer to your prayer Sheri :)

diane said...

I just caught up on your blog. ♥♥♥ The Lord always hears us. I am so glad Tate and you are happy. I have a huge smile on my face right now.

Anonymous said...

Shari I love this story. My oldest started half day kindergarden and since he doesn't eat lunch at school he has been begging me to let him eat breakfast in the cafeteria with his friends. Against my better judgement I did. When I picked him up from school that day he didn't look up to par. And when we got home he was so hungry he ate a greek pita, 2 muffins, and a peach. And he went straight to bed afterward. The next morning I asked him if he would like to eat breakfast at school and he looked at me like I was crazy and asked me to make him some oatmeal and told me that the school food was gross! I feel so proud that at 5 years old he understands what is nourishing to the body.