Linking up with Kate over at Heading Home today for Five Minute Friday.
Today’s word: WHISPER
Red likes, very often, to whisper in my ear. There does not need to be any sort of secretive attempt. His whispers can be about a daily commentary on the weather or his underpants or the fact that his eggs are too hot. He just really likes my ear, it seems.
It all goes something like this:
Red: Mom, MOM, mom mom MOMMA MoTHER MOMMMM commere I gotta whisper sumthin in your ear.
Momsie: Ok, go for it.
Red: warms up to the intel by breathing heavily into my ear for a few seconds. This is strangely pleasant but weird. It reminds me of when my hubs and I were dating and he was trying to be cute and seductive and all I really wanted to do was wipe my ear off and tell him to stick to kisses.
But again, weird. Because, you know, it’s my son and he’s four and Ok,we’re moving on here because he has started the dialogue.
Red: shesiwhissiisppesishiommicharliiesand ? Hisspppshehhriirr stevieandhwhenscanwegopweeasssssshhhh? OK?
Momsie: Um. Ok?
Yep. That’s about it.
Red has the concept of the whole “this is just between you and me” thing down, it’s just the delivery that needs work.
And by delivery, I mean: I can never understand a darn thing he says during all this hot whispery breathing cuteness.
But I still love it.
I think sometimes this is how we talk to God. We have intentions, and a whole lotta desires, but our delivery is… muddled. I get shy sometimes with God. I feel fearful or even ashamed to ask, to cry, or to pry at Him.
Not all prayers should be whispery laments or trembled attempts at putting together our thoughts, I know. But when they are? Pray them, anyway. And have confidence that He hears and understands when we tug on him and want to share our long, tangled stories.
He loves to lean down and listen to us whisper in His ear.