My baby boy had a birthday yesterday. He turned thirty-eight. We had a fun time with family and close friends as we celebrated his birthday. And, of course, I couldn’t help but reflect on his childhood when he really really was my baby.
There are so many good memories and funny stories, but this is one of my most favorites and I want to share it with you.
Jason was around three years old and was happily riding in the grocery cart as I did my weekly shopping. I was concentrating on what kind of salad dressing to buy, when I heard a familiar voice.
I turned to see my old pastor standing there. I went to his church all through my teens and he even married my husband and me. He was a short, stocky bald-headed man. And for those readers who are from my old hometown, I will tell you, it was Brother Jaggers.
I hadn’t seen him in quite some time and it was so good to talk to him again. I told him that the little guy in my cart was my baby boy and that I had a six year old, also.
I noticed that Jason, who had really big blue eyes away, was looking intently at Bro. Jaggers, and his eyes were even bigger than usual and he had a huge (I’m talking ginormous) smile on his face.
I was glad he wasn’t playing the bashful card like he did sometimes, but I was perplexed at the interest he was displaying.
His eyes were actually sparkling!
After a few more exchanges between the pastor and me, we said our farewells, and he started to walk on down the aisle. But before he was out of earshot, my very excited three year old with his huge smile and his sparkling eyes, who was squirming like he was about to bust a gut, let out this
earth-shattering cry, “Mommmmmmy! Is THAT the little man who chases Bugs Bunny?”
Forget the salad dressing, I didn’t really need any anyway. I just grabbed my buggy and headed in the opposite direction, with my little towhead still squealing, “Is it, Mommy? Is it the little
man who chases Bugs Bunny?”
Out of the mouths of babes! Shew! Later, friends!