Tuesday, April 6, 2010

Me and my boys



For the sake of my story, pretend those are 2 little boys in that picture above.

When my 2 oldest sons asked to take me out to breakfast I wasn't too comfortable with the idea, at first.  I love their wives and I really wanted them to be there too.  I have not thought of Brock and Logan in the 'singular', for years.

But I thought the gesture was nice, so I went along with it.

When I walked into IHOP and saw those 2 sons of mine waiting patiently for me, I was surprised by my tears.  It's not like I hadn't seen them in a while.  I see them often.  Perhaps it was the fact that they were doing something just for me.  Logan, still in his scrubs, had just gotten off work, and Brock was on his way to work.  Logan I'm sure was looking forward to sleep, and Brock would most likely have to work later hours to make up for this early date with his Mom.

But there they were waiting for me.

My niece Natalie, once told me that as we age we become more passionate, more sentimental and emotional about what really matters.  Don't know how she knows that being she is just 30.  I'm learning she's right.

Dennis tells me about this scene in Father of the Bride, where the Dad suddenly sees his grown daughter as a little girl.  No wonder that's his favorite movie.  And today, well as in most days, I see my sons as my little boys all grown up....but still my little boys. (Which means it's a good thing they don't live with me, right?)

I am so proud of them, of the men they have become.

I think I have a really bad case of the condition Natalie described because I cried again as we were leaving, and again on the ride home.

Thank you guys!  It was a great morning.

11 comments:

Tom and Karen Mortensen said...

How sweet is this. It almost made me cry so don't worry Jill. Also, my mom cries at marching bands in a parade.

That is so nice they took you out. What great sons you have.

grandmapeg said...

What a very sweet gesture for them to take you to breakfast! No matter how old our sons or daughters are, I think we always have those times where we look back in time and see them as our little boys or girls. Brock and Logan were cute as little boys and they are handsome young men today! The real beauty though as you know is within and what kind of men they are. Thanks for sharing!

Lisa said...

Oh how I love this post. It is the core of a mother's LOVE. You have a beautiful life with beautiful family.

Rebecca said...

Ohhhhhhh that's just plain old nice!!!! Thanks for telling us about it!

Kathy's Red Door Welcome said...

I know exactly what you mean. It doesn't take much to get me emotional when it comes to my girls.You have done an amazing job raising your boys Jill! You must be so proud of the kind of men they've grown up to be.

Kris said...

Wow...way to go guys. I think that is one of the sweetest things. What a great way to make Mom feel special.

Mary said...

And it's not even Mother's Day! What great boys/men they are. I'm sure Natalie is correct, because the older I get, the more I cry at the drop of a hat!

Richard said...

3 cent licorice? I'm sure Wendy was their best customer that day.

Grandmotherfairy said...

Pricelss memory...tears and all!!

Sandi said...

That's awesome! You've raised some great "boys."

Eileen said...

You have a lot to be proud of, Jill.
And I know exactly how you feel, I've been feeling so nostalgic lately, and going through lots of old photos brings on a myriad of emotions for me.

God Bless you and your boys!
All the best,
Eileen