Raising My Boys

My hands are wet from washing dishes. I slide the kitchen window open so I can hear their contagious laughter. The belly laughter of two brothers. Thoughts begin to fill my mind; Who will protect him when I'm not around? Who will see him for the beauty of his heart? Who will appreciate his outward differences. Who will value his quality of words and not how fast he speaks?

When life is cruel and words like retard pierce his heart, he will stand by his brother. Those words that pierce his soul will fuel his love and passion.

He sees life in the purest form. He understands value, God's value, not what the world values.

I'm raising my boys to value life, value each other. But I don't have to do much, they just kinda get it.



© 2014 Natalie Falls