Yesterday, I brought my first-grader son to school. We exchanged a quick kiss and hug and he ran towards the door to enter the school. I watched and was waiting for him to go in as I do. He went about twenty feet, stopped and turned around.
“I love you!”
“I love you, too!”
Then he turned again and ran exuberantly into the building.
I turned and went home, and I cried a bit from the joy that overcame me. I’m still tearful as I write this today. Kids catch you off-guard like that sometimes.
He doesn’t know what that meant to me, but it meant that I matter, at least to him.
Allowed to be a father is the best thing that ever happened to me, aside from being given the gift of Faith and becoming a husband. He’s my fourth child, the one who came after we thought our pregnancy days were behind us. I can’t say enough about how much he has completed our family and he brings happiness with him wherever he goes, not just for us. One of his friends told me that he’s always smiling all day at school.
The question isn’t how can we “afford” him, but how could we afford to not have him. Children bring riches to a family, not poverty.
I feel like a million bucks!