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8/16/13

His Number Two Girl

This afternoon I was like any other day in my life lately.  Emmett and I.  Toys on the floor.  Little fingers grabbing my face for wet kisses full mouth plants on my cheek.  I had Cruise Remix Radio on Pandora.  A girl needs her country fix every now and then, no?!  Suddenly I had the urge to dance around the room with my little dude.  Then I couldn't help from tearing up and squeezing him so close.

I am so in love with this little person.  Our Emmett Dane.  My little treasure boy.
I can't believe I get to be his mom.
It's a funny thing to think that right now, I'm his Number One Girl.  I'm the first one he wants in the morning. . . hashtag food source. Ha!  He had that season of time where he would scream inconsolably when I would leave the house and then would calm down instantly when I took him in my arms.  It's a pretty special thing to be the coolest kid on the block.  The go-to-girl.  It's nice to be so needed.

I try to remind myself that it won't always be this way.
They say when a daughter gets married, you gain a son.
When a son gets married, you loose one.


I want to raise Emmett constantly remembering that my job is to successfully work myself into becoming his Number Two Girl.  That someday he will leave our home, pursue a girl and then lead his family to love the Gospel.
I want to raise a boy that becomes an independent man.  A man that is brave, but gentle.  A man who seeks to defend the helpless and live the Gospel.  A man that is okay with being broken, but always striving for holiness.
I want to raise a man that doesn't need to hang behind mom and dad, but one who is courageous and real with his life.
In the meanwhile, I plan on teaching him to scrub a toilet, have a good conversation and how to dance without stepping on toes.  I want to jump in the mud puddles with him, take him out for ice cream instead of eating a healthy supper and sometimes be ok with living dangerously.  I want to live in a way that helps him value women for more than skinny waists or perfect hair.  We'll read books and bake cookies, spend time with children that have been forgotten and seek for ways to make a difference.

Then suddenly, we'll send a fledgling man out into the world to make his own way.  To pursue his dreams and find out just why God made him.

And on some summer evening when I watch him take his beautiful girl onto the dance floor for the first time as husband and wife, I'll quietly let myself slip from the Number One Girl spot.  I'll probably shed a few tears and be a little bit sad, if I'm honest.

But always I'll thank God that He let me be the first girl to love a little boy that became an amazing man.

9 comments:

  1. I was so touched by this post and your heart as Emmett's first love. As a Mommy to two little men myself, I thank God everyday for allowing me to be their "girl" - at least for now.
    Erin
    www.bakesomebodyhappy.com

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  2. Oh my gosh girl! You had me in tears! Such a sweet post about your baby boy! And I have no doubts that he will be a great man with you as his momma! : )

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  3. ok his little rolls are THE cutest!

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  4. I may have just had a few tears in my eyes as I finished this post. So...beautiful, and reflective of the great story of life and love. Thanks for this!

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  5. Waaah! I thought the post was great and everything, but the thing that struck me most was the last picture and how much Emmett has *changed* in just a few months!! Does that mean our little peanut will do the same thing? :( Can't they be babies forever?

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  6. Girl, you're making me cry! What a great perspective! I'm praying for my girl's someday-#1-guy to have such intentional parents as you!

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  7. Such a sweet post! I know he will be such a gentleman and will make some lucky girl very happy one day. (One very very far away day!) He is lucky to have you as a mama!

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  8. I'm very blessed to be married to a man that was raised by a pretty amazing woman. He is perfect as I'm sure your son will be. Your doing a great job!!

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  9. I can't tell you how much I love this post! I've been the girl on the other side with a MIL who didn't realize that this very concept was important and necessary. I've always said that I will raise my son to treat women well and love his future wife and put her first, even above me. And because of my experience, I will always try to encourage him towards his wife and never try to take the place of her emotionally or in any other way. You worded this beautifully and I share your heart. I will love and teach and guide and kiss boo boos and cherish this time, but will also work towards letting go when the time is right.

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