Along came a crib, changing table, rocking chair, and accessories.
A nursery. Place of refuge for my wee ones. Three little boy blues...
|Man Cub 1|
Seasons came and went. Years went by. Babies were loved and lost. Welcomed, nurtured, hoped for, prayed over, loved.
|Man Cub 2|
They found quiet shelter in that nursery. Whispers of God's love from my heart poured into little ears.
|Man Cub 3|
Well, times change. A season has come to a definite end and a new season has begun. Gone is my Baby Welcoming Season and in it's place is the Season of Raising Real Men.
I said goodbye the other day. Packed up little baby clothes to give away, smelling their sweet scent for the last time. Preserving those I just could not stand to part with.
Down came the crib and changing table. They are helping another mother build shelter for her little ones.
In its place, the beginnings of a big kid room, a boy cave for my oldest... full-sized bed, locker-style night stand, plaid quilt.
A full circle.
He has returned to his first room, but gone are the rounded cheeks, fresh baby smell, and sweet baby toes. Now resides a man cub, who emulates his father and craves to find shelter and privacy from little brothers who can't seem to stay out of his treasures.
I said goodbye the other day. To days that shall only live in my memories. I said hello to a new season. Bittersweet, yet highly anticipated.
Thanks for the memories. Thanks for the good times.