Bubbles

Last evening Isaiah and Nathan were outside blowing bubbles. They were having a blast. Eventually it happened, Nate spilled his bubbles. I figured it would happen. Thankfully we had a huge bottle of bubbles inside and I was able to refill his little bottle. Back to blowing bubbles.

After awhile I noticed that Isaiah was now blowing bubbles from the fort. I briefly wondered how he climbed the ladder while holding onto bubbles, but he was fine so I went back to washing dishes.

A few minutes later I checked on them again. That is when I saw Nate, wearing rubber boots on the wrong feet and holding his bubbles in one hand slowly climbing the ladder to the fort. My first thought was to run out and help him, but something held me back.

I'm not sure why I'm even sharing this story. Maybe because to stand back and watch your child struggle to reach a goal is not easy to do. Especially when it's very much within your power to reach out and push him on up. Or even crawl up the ladder and blow the bubbles for him.

The thought of my children growing up literally makes me hurt. Maybe that's why I'm writing this down. So that I don't forget...

Nathan crawled to the top of the ladder, climbed into the fort and victoriously blew bubbles. All while his mom stood inside the kitchen watching him. He had no idea I was watching him. Now I think I'll just sit down and cry.