Monday, March 12, 2012

Something about Conner.

I know I don't update this blog very often, so when I do I try to make it something profound and memorable.  Haha well at least I think it is.  A lot of what I write are ideas I feel like I get from God.  I try and let Him inspire my words.  Today I ache so deeply that I felt the need to blog.  Unfortunately I feel as though I have nothing profound to say.  All I can think about is my sweet Conner whom I miss more than I ever thought was possible.  I can't get him out of my mind, and frankly I kinda don't want to.  So I decided what better thing to blog about than Conner.

  I love everything about Conner.  He had so many admirable qualities that it is hard to pick a favorite.  So all of them are.  However there is one that sticks out in my mind that I want you all to know about.  My 11 yr. old boy, who mind you was all boy loved babies.  Since as little as I remember he was always drawn to them.  Especially newborns.  The younger the better.  He loved to hold babies and just stare at them.  He was always so gentle and sweet.  It amazed me seeing him at football practice tackle the crap out of a kid, then run to the sidelines and gently kiss his baby sister on the cheek.  One of his favorite things to do was to go with me to take a meal to a new mother and just hold that precious new baby in his arms.  He would beg me to have more kids,lol.  When close friends or family members had babies and they would come over for a visit, he would just lay in his bed with the baby in his arms, watching TV being so perfectly content.  I babysat a baby for a few months and he did more work than me.  He wouldn't change diapers but he would feed, and he loved when the baby would fall asleep in his arms.  It still amazes me how gentle and instinctual he was.  He was the first person, besides Nate and I to hold Liyah.  He was so amazing with his baby sister.  Of course the older she got the less amazing he got,lol.  I think when they start to talk his gentleness fades a little. It makes me think of how he stuck up for those without a voice.  He stuck up for the little guy, so taking care of something so helpless brought him such joy.  I bet he would have been a lawyer.  I picture him in heaven holding the little babies who were taken from there mothers far too soon in this life.  I know how precious babies and children are to Jesus and I bet that is one of the reasons why they are to Conner.  Just know you other lonely mothers that there is a strong, confident, yet gentle young man in heaven helping Jesus take care of your babies.  And loving every second of it.