Wednesday, March 9, 2011
"I Love You"
My 14 year old son seized the opportunity of a fogged bathroom mirror to leave me a love note. Was I overjoyed? Did the sight bring tears to my eyes? Was my heart moved? Not exactly. My response was something like this: "If you really love me, you wouldn't create more work for me by writing on the mirror." Of course, I softened it with "That was sweet. I love you, too; but..."
I just stepped out of the shower, and saw his message again, this morning. And, I was moved. I was also convicted. I thought of the mothers whose children preceded them in death, and how those words smeared onto the mirror would be a treasure to them. Why do we wait until we have lost something to realize how precious it is to us?! Why would a perfectly smudge-free mirror be more important to me than an expression of endearment from a teen-aged son? It is not!
I won't be in a hurry to clear and clean that mirror any time soon. I cherish those words. I cherish that boy's heart of love.
I love you, too, Micah. No "but"s about it!