Muddy hands and dirty faces, raising little gentleman. Wildflowers in his pockets, seashells hidden in his shoes, and rocks, melt my heart. Bruised knees and shins and bumps on the head and chin, only mommas kissed can mend. Eyes welling with tears when thinking that through the years these soft little faces will be stubbled with hair. Raising little gentlemen who are often acting like stuntmen, makes me wonder where the time went. Warriors and superheros knowing that as the time goes they may grow to be soldiers. That one day the women and light of their life will be the one they call their wife. Ill Enjoy the dirty hands and muddy clothes while it lasts, because the time sure goes by fast. Go karts and bike stunts will one day be fast cars and lasting scars that momma cant kiss away. One day my little gentleman wont need me or lean on me as they have through their younger years, and I can only pray I raised them the best way and to always do whats right. Heres to muddy hands and dirty faces toy cars all over the place, I love your dirty faces. Ill always be here to kiss away your pain. Heres to bike rides and skinned knees and teaching you to always say please. Heres to being a strong mom so I can raise a strong son. One day Ill look back and say I raised little gentleman.
Posted on: Sun, 10 Aug 2014 01:00:04 +0000
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