My two year old and I were talking this afternoon while I folded laundry. It was such a sweet conversation that will make me smile and cry for years to come, I'm sure. A small snippet of my little boys' perception of being grown up and being a man:
Isaiah: "Mommy... Joshua is your baby, and I'm your big boy"
Mommy: "Yes, thats right Isaiah, you are my big boy"
Isaiah: "...and I'm going to be big like Daddy..."
Mommy: "Yes, you are"
Isaiah"...and I'm going to drive Daddy's car..."
Isaiah: "...and I'm going to be strong like Daddy...and I'll go to work...and... Mommy?
Mommy: "Yes, Isaiah?"
Isaiah: "...and I'll go to Iraq."
I can't remember how I responded initially. I was so surprised that he thought serving in Iraq was part of what a man does. It brought tears to my eyes. The sacrifices of a military family...perhaps they stretch even bigger and wider than I sometimes think. But there is little Isaiah, in some small sense, aware of the service his dad did in Iraq. Thank God for our soldiers and our little boys who want to be like them someday. Where would we be without those who protect our freedom, our dreams, and our families.