Beki, who blogs at the
Rusted Chain, has a blog carnival each Friday called Fingerprint Friday. It's based upon the Steven Curtis Chapman song that says:
I can see the fingerprints of God
When I look at you
I can see the fingerprints of God
And I know its true
You're a masterpiece
That all creation quietly applauds
And you're covered with the fingerprints of God
I have been wanting to join Fingerprint Friday for quite a while but just haven't done it. I read the posts each week, yet I don't write my own. So this week I am writing my own Fingerprint Friday post.
This is my Little Man. He has been on my mind quite a bit lately, as he is in this stage where he desperately wants to grow up but yet is clinging to his younger ways in so many areas. He wants to be independent but yet he wants to cuddle with mama, he wants everyone to think he is strong yet he secretly is insecure, he is the center of attention in his class at school with so many friends but still is shy. It's just such an odd mixture of feelings, and I love this stage.
Ever since the Teenager moved out he has had a room all to himself, but yet he never wants to be in it and always wants to sleep in someone elses room. This drives my husband nuts, but I can see Little Man's point. My daughter's share a room, my husband and I share a room (obviously), and he is all alone.
This has been an especially bad week for him, and last night he asked me "Can't I just lay with you until I fall asleep and then you put me in my own bed?" Much to my husband's (and my back's) despair I agreed. There is something so special being curled up with your baby boy (even if he isn't a baby anymore) as he falls asleep in your arms. The smell of his hair, the feel of his breathing, and the most precious sounds he makes as he falls asleep.
He is such a special gift from God, with the fingerprint's of God clearly all over him.