Little Boys & Kicking Stones

I am so very blessed!  I had the priviledge of walking my son to school this morning to meet his teacher before classes start next week.  As we walked, talked, and held hands he came across a stone/gravel drive way and of course he kicked those little stones.  I started to tell him not to kick stones, because it could hurt someone and blah, blah, blah, but then I stopped and realized what a precious moment we were having.  My eyes welled up with tears as I choked back the instant lump in my throat.  I always wanted, my whole life, to walk with my child to school and to have that special time where it's only me and him.  How lucky, how blessed am I that I got to spend time with this miracle as he shuffled his feet and kicked a few stones?!  I was given that moment to realize what matters most and it's the time I have as his mom.  So, I told him, as the Johnny Reid song played in my head, that as long as he's always doing it happy and not mean that he can kick as many little rocks as he wants.  That's what it's really all for isn't it, to be so happy and so carefree that it's a joy to kick a little gravel?  What a beautiful moment I got to experience with a son of my very own! 

I'm sure next week will be filled with more realizations about the precious time I have with Morgan.  I hope those realizations drive me to soak up every possible moment while I can, as I am extremely aware that they become fewer and farther everyday.  I am so very lucky!!!