Man Child

My son is great. He is the perfect combination of myself and his father, both mentally and physically. Strong, intelligent, sensistive, and sweet. He is a boy's boy. Rambunctious and athletic and rarely afraid of anything. Today he reacted to me in a way that was years beyond his age and it made me realize just how blessed we are to have such a wonderful boy in our lives.

Maturity is not typically an attribute that one assigns to a four year old, but I can not think of a better word to describe his behavior. If you know Jackson, you know that he is friendly, outgoing and ultra energetic. What most people don't know is how extremely intuitive and caring he is; again unusual for a four year old. I don't know where he get's it but he is so in tune to our moods and feelings, and always right on time with his comforting words and gentle encouragement.

My life is good. Even when it is good, things sometimes knock me down. I try to shield my son from these lapses in optimism as much as humanly possible. Tonight he caught me in a rare moment of frustration, also known as a pity party. First he simply said to me, "you can't cry." I tried to compose myself, but the fact that he would even have to say that to me made me cry more! He then proceeded to wipe my tears away and assure me that "everything will be alright soon."

How lucky, how blessed, how utterly priviledged can one family be? As a mother I know that my son loves me so much, that he is strong enough even as a child to look out for me in a way that only his father knows how. As I said before, he's gotten the best of both of us. He is the most amazing little person I have ever known and I thank God daily for the family that his birth has created.