You Come from Mozambique

Just because I don't know all the words to a song doesn't stop me from belting out what I think they are at the top of my lungs. Although occasionally I do have to stop and question why something doesn't quite make sense. This was the case with the song 'Everlasting God' by Lincoln Brewster. For a time, I was singing "Strength will rise as we wait upon the Lord...You're the defender of the weak, You come from Mozambique". Stop. What? That doesn't make a bit of sense, the Lord doesn't come from Mozambique. That's when I had to google the lyrics and it all made sense "You comfort those in need."

Being the mother of a two year old, I often find myself interpreting what Caleb is saying. One of my favorites as of late is when he says "baby soup" he is referring to his bathing suit. Of course, I do become frustrated when I cannot interpret his words for myself. Every day his speech becomes a little clearer and his vocabulary continues to grow.

As a child of God, I imagine this is how my prayers sound to my Father. Fortunately, I have the Holy Spirit to interpret my mumbles and sentence fragments. Every day my relationship grows with the Lord and as I get to know Him everything becomes a little clearer.

My White Balloon Popped

I've found that repetition is important to toddlers. As of late there are a handful of conversations I have with Caleb every day. He begins by planning his agenda for the day. I'll hear him call me from his room and while I change his morning diaper, here are his questions:

"Ita Papa?" (Are we going to see my Grandma and Grandpa?)
"Ballgame Daddy?" (Is Daddy taking me to a ballgame today?)
"Basketball Hoop?" (Can I play with my basketball hoop this morning?)
"Doya?" (Will I be watching Dora the Explorer this morning?)

Then come my answers..."No, we are not going to see Ita Papa. No, Daddy is not taking you to a ballgame. We are going to have breakfast, get dressed, and go to big school."

"No beakfas, no dress, no big scool...Doya, yellow balloon, Doya, choo choo"

So in an effort for distraction I play the Dora episode about trains and leave him with a plate of food. Thankfully, I leave the room, sighing with relief that I have to finish getting my makeup and hair done for work and don't have to listen to the train episode one more time.

When I return it's time for dressing Caleb for school. Some days it's a battle. He pulls at his shirt and pants, kicks his shoes off and throws his socks on the ground. Eventually I get him dressed and out to the car. This has to all happen within a matter of 30-45 mintues, too.

Along the 15 minute drive to Big School, I hear Caleb point out every basketball hoop on the way. Then, usually somewhere between passing the BiLo and entering daycare I hear, "My white balloon popped." This was an event that happened about 2 weeks ago while his Nana was keeping him. It amazes me that it's still on his brain, must have really impacted his world. He'll tell me his white balloon popped at different times throughout the day.

Eventhough every morning is typically the same, I always feel a renewed sense of joy and love for my little friend. Caleb, you are a dear to my heart and Mommy loves you!