Dad got to take the older two brothers to work with him this afternoon and Langston happened to be napping when he got called in to work, so. . .
I seized this opportunity to do some baking with our animated four-year old, Ry-man. Conversation was great {and humorous} and we made a cranberry pie and a batch of crockpot applesauce together.
{Yes, he's in snow bibs and a tank top. He's four and at this age I've learned that it's easiest to only insist on Sunday clothing on Sunday. Anything and everything goes for the stay-at-home-days in between!}
I love these quiet times, when hearts are unguarded and open. It is so important to check-in with my sons every now and then {I wish it were more often!} and find out how things are going in their lives. I learn so much in this kind of productive quietness.
Today I learned that Ryland wants to grow up to be a policeman-cowboy-missionary-pastor-security guard-applesauce making bakery owner when he grows up.
I also learned he's pretty good with a knife these days and was substantial help with chopping apples. He's also grown a foot since the last time I was able to stop and really look at him. I hate how fast that happens!
After he finished his first bowl of apples I asked if he'd like to wash up and play. And I learned that he is also growing into a fine young man, as he replied "I'd really like to play, Mom, but I think I should keep chopping apples with you until the job is done."
I needed that encouragement today, that we are on the right track in raising our sons to be men of God seeking after His character. Diligence. Love it.
I also learned that Ryland's sense of humor is just as sharp as ever, and a great Mom ranks as high as a fresh apple to eat. I love this kid!
"It's pretty great having a Mom who knows what to do in the kitchen!"
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"And having a Mom is the best thing ever."
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"And eating apples is pretty great, too."