Take the Time

Take the time to hold his hand

and build castles in the sand

Take the time to share his dreams

and travel through rocky streams

Take the time to hold him near

and tell him he has nothing to fear

Take the time every chance you can

before your little boy's a man

Author: Unknown

I get very sentimental when I think about my Davey. There are several reasons for this, I'm sure. First of all, he is my firstborn, so when I look at him and realize that I probably only have 10 more years left with him at home, I get sentimental. Davey is also very much like his Daddy, and, after all, it was his Daddy that I was attracted to and wanted to spend the rest of my life with. My Davey is also a very sentimental little guy himself. He has an extremely tender heart, and the two of us have shared some very tender moments together. Another reason might be that he was only three months old when we landed on Ukrainian soil as an "official missionary family." David and I were young and barely knew how to take care of the precious treasure we held in our arms. And, we felt much less capable as parents in a strange, new land. However, God has helped us through many times where we felt uncapable, and our Davey is turning into an outstanding young man, despite ourselves and much to our Lord's credit.

I am very proud of my Davey, who will soon be 8 years old and finishing 2nd grade. He is a self-motivator and very sharp (gets that from his Daddy!). He is very responsible, makes wonderful grades, speaks two languages, and is even learning to play the piano (and I can already see that he possesses his father's natural abilities at playing, and, yes, I'm jealous!)

I always joked as a teenager that my children would be perfect angels. And, while they are certainly not perfect (after all, I am their mother!), they are as precious to me as life itself.

I love you, my big man, Davey, and I really want to take time for you (which is why I am typing this while you are sweetly sleeping!).