It's Wednesday afternoon, and I am sitting at the computer. After spending the day substituting, I had a few things I wanted to get done before dinner and Life Group. It seemed like C was interrupting every two minutes. "Mama, what you doin?", "Mama, what's that?", "Mama, can I have a snack, please?" "Mama, I sing song?" It was driving me nuts.
I had tried to explain to C that I was trying to get some things done on the computer. I tried to be patient and calm. Sometimes, he responded "O-kay" with a resigned tone and went back to playing. Not this time.
"Can I sit on your lap, please?" Looking at his innocent blue eyes, I sighed. Not much is accomplished with a four-year old on your lap. But, he had been at preschool all day, and I wouldn't be spending much time with him in the evening because of Life Group. "Divine interruptions" I reminded myself as I scooped him up. Not long thereafter--and completely unprompted, C said, "Mama, I love you." I had waited for this moment. I had wondered if he would ever say this on his own. At one point, I even wondered if he would be able to feel love and recognize it.
"I love you, too, baby. I love you, too." I don't know of a better interruption than that.
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My experiences as a foster parent.
