*Warning: Welcome to my Wordful Wednesday Post. And YES, today will be very wordy, but oh so worth the story that goes with the picture at the end!! *
I was never a “pinky” type of girl growing up. Actually I ran from it as much as possible. But something happened around my 18th birthday. I began a fondness of pink. I found myself buying more and more pink clothes, pink accented running shoes, pink accessories.
And now, with 3 guys in the house, I need it more than ever – HA! Any opportunity that I can have something pink – even if it doesn’t match my decor – I must have it. Just like this basket I got to make at Longaberger last fall. Some of my friends made fun of me that I was making a basket that matched NOTHING in my home. But I need some sort of “girly” things amongst the blues and sport paraphernalia in the house!!
The funny thing is, Evan and Carter have now started to realized that pink must be a “mommy color”. If you ask Evan what Mommy’s favorite color is, he will not hesitate to say pink. Even in his Mother’s Day gift:
But the best story so far is one that involves my lil’ C Man! God has blessed me with such a sensitive little boy and I hope he never outgrows the caringness he has for others. Even at 22 months of age, he is so aware of others around him. He makes sure everyone who is playing with him, has a toy. If he is playing with his Hot Wheels, he finds me to give me a car. If we are playing trains at the bookstore, he gets upset if he sees another kid not sharing with others, even if he has the trains he wants. He offers his own toys to Evan if Evan seems upset.
My mom and I took Carter to Toys R Us Monday night. It was bribery, I admit. He was upset that Evan and Daddy left without him, so us ladies tried to make it up to him by taking him to the toy store. As he walked and played through out the store, we waited for him to find something he really wanted. He walked and played and walked and played, but not really wanting anything in particular.
Until he found a bin of baseballs. He picked up one for himself and then found a few pink baseballs. He squealed with delight, “Mommy baseball, mommy baseball.”
“Yes, Carter, that is a pink baseball.”
I took it and he was happy! I held onto it for several minutes. All the while, he kept checking to see if I still had it. Occasionally, he would ask me if I still had my “mommy baseball”
When he was occupied with another toy, I strategically placed the ball away so that he wouldn’t see me.
A couple moments passed and he looked at me and asked, “Mommy’s baseball?”
I followed him back to the bin, where he again, picked me out a pink baseball.
I thanked him and continued to walk around with him, waiting for a moment to again discard the baseball.
Because, come on, I can’t be bringing a PINK baseball home to 3 guys! Especially since I don’t play!!
Again, I found a moment to “lose” the ball.
And once again, Carter noticed and asked me where my baseball was.
Again I followed him back to the baseball bin and again allowed him to pick out a pink baseball for me.
At this point I knew that I would be purchasing 2 baseballs during this trip. A white one for him and a pink one for me. He wanted to get me a pink baseball, what else could I do.
We got to the check out lane and he double checked that I STILL had my ball. He placed both balls on the register, while saying “mommy’s baseball”.
I handed him his new baseball and kept mine. We headed out to the truck where again he doubled checked to make sure I still had my new baseball.
My mom and I laughed about bringing home a pink ball for the boys to play with, when my mom had a great idea. She encouraged me to put the ball away in my keep sake box. Because one of these days I will need to remember how sweet my little boy was! One day when he is all grown, I will bring the ball back out and retell the story, and reminisce about how he needed to take care of me that day!
Thank you Carter, for taking such good care of me! I pray you always stay this sensitive to those around you! You are my precious little boy!