Easter Preparations with John

Today John helped me stuff plastic Easter eggs with goodies.


And our cat Oliver helped guard the filled eggs.

It was the most fun to prepare Easter for John and his young cousins. Now I understand how fun the holidays are for grown-ups who have children! In contrast, my heart was dampened when I was buying some of the Easter supplies this morning. The female clerk asked me the age of my son, then remarked that she also has a 4-month-old baby. How blessed I am that I don't have to work outside the home! Thank you, Chris!

A lot of other mothers have remarked to me that John is a strong baby. I have nobody to compare him with, so what do I know? Since John was born he has loved to stand on my lap with me providing help balancing. When John is lying on his back, I put my fingers in his hands, he clamps on, and I pull him up. He keeps himself stiff and not only sits up, but rises fully to his feet. Then he stands there and laughs!

Now I understand why Grandmom's eyes "leak" so often. This morning in Costco I congratulated a woman on her new infant son; she was shopping with her nearly three-year-old and her four-week-old. In talking to her, I started crying right then and there! They were tears of joy at the birth of a new little one. The sweet boy still had broomstick arms and legs, hardly any baby fat on his bones. Considering I am four months postpartum, I don't think I can blame my frequent tender tears on raging hormones anymore. I think I'm stuck with a mama's heart now!