Mismatched Socks And Thoughts of You

9:18 PM






Thoughts of you filled my heart as I folded the last load of laundry for the day.  I placed the mismatched socks in the small wooden bowl.  I turned to look outside, when I saw my reflection in the window.  “I wonder if she will be like me?” I’m not sure I want her to be like me if I am completely honest with myself.   

You know, the other woman, who will be in my son’s life before I know what hits me.  I’ve already started thinking about her.  Maybe you have too.  I don’t want her to be like me in a selfish prideful kind of way.  NO. I am so undone, I want better for him.  However, the more I think about it the more I think, “I do want her to be like me”. 

I never want her to feel inferior to me or on the outside.  I never want her to feel inadequate in her love for my son.  NO, quite the opposite I want her to know everything about him and love him still in spite of his flaws.  I want her to love deep, and find beauty in the keeping of fragile vows.

I want her to be like me, because I want her to lose track of time.



I lose track of time.  ALL. THE. TIME.  I like to think I lose track of time not because I am careless, but because I am I’m careful.  Careful of the time I have right now.  Making the most of every opportunity I have with my son. I want her to make memories instead of making never ending to do lists. I want to be full of care for the hearts in my home; not just floors and walls. 

I lose track of time when I build with legos.  A seemingly unimportant thing to lose track of time over, however I believe I’m building much more than zoos and farms.  I am building the inner workings of a heart.  I am building self-confidence with words of affirmation and encouragement. I believe building legos with my son is more about building the structure of his heart than a pretend zoo.  With each new structure we build I empower him to believe in himself, his dreams, his creativity, and his ability to be a visionary.  I lose track of time teaching him that he can do anything he works hard at and puts his mind to.  I want her to lose track of time encouraging him in his wildest dreams, empowering him to believe in himself with her words of affirmation.





I lose track of time at bedtime.  Telling stories, stealing snuggles, sharing secrets, and whispering prayers.  The whole world seems to stop every night; even if it is only for less than an hour.  I need the world to stop.  I need my world to stop.  I need to lose track of time and forget about the less important.  I need to give my full attention to the most important.  Quietly I lay. I listen.  Unafraid he bears his heart.  I want her to lose track of time while she listens with a heart that cares.  I want her to hold him as he reveals his fears, his dreams.  I want her to hear his pleading for a safe place to land arms waiting to embrace him without fear, resentment, or criticism.  I want her to listen first, above anything else, and then I want her to speak gently with love in her voice and grace in her eyes.  I want her to do this, because I know this is truly the only way to his heart.  This is how she will know what he lives for, what makes his heart skip a beat, what causes his eyes to light up in the darkest times.

I lose track of time when we take walks.  I want her to lose track of time holding his hand taking long walks.  I want her to lose track of time as they share jokes and laugh together.  I want their joy and laughter to be a bond of strength.  If you can laugh together, I believe you can stay together.  It isn’t just the holding of hands that keeps marriages together it the laughter and joy of a best friend.

I want her to lose track of time when they are together with friends and family.  I want her to forge a bond with his friends and family.  I want her to enjoy coming home for visits.  I want her to lose track of time swinging on the front porch as she listens to stories of days gone by.  




I want her to value their friends and family.  I want her to welcome others into their lives.  I lose track of time most often when I am with friends and family.

I don’t want my son to lose you to me and I don’t want to lose my son to you.  The only thing I want us to lose is track of time.  I want to lose track of time to the important to each other, to you, to him, and to those who will follow.  Yes I do.  I do want her to be like me.  I want her to lose track of time.  ALL. THE. TIME.


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12 comments

  1. "This is how she will know what he lives for, what makes his heart skip a beat, what causes his eyes to light up in the darkest times." And, I pray you are raising him to know what SHE lives for, what makes HER heart skip a beat, what causes HER eyes to light up in the darkest times. I have two grown sons and one grown daughter - and her husband doesn't have a clue of these things. It breaks my heart for her. xo Excellent post, Laura!

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    1. OH SUSAN YES THIS IS MY HEARTS DESIRE. I am blessed with an amazing husband who does this for me, and I pray my boys follow in his steps and learn how to love like Christ. Gentle in spirit, selfless in his acts, and kind in all his ways. I will be praying for your daughter! Breaks my heart as well.

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  2. What beautiful thoughts and imagery, Laura. I have two daughters (one married), and I want their future spouse and my son-in-law to always cherish them--to build them up and strive to help them become all that God wants them to be.

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    1. Thanks, yes I want to teach my boys honor, respect, and unconditional love. A heart that serves and loves the other more than himself. Praying for your children today as I pray for mine.

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  3. Oh I love this Laura! I lose track of time as well... sometimes, I must admit - it is because I am being careless... but often it is as you say - it's because I am being so careful and present. Some days I have nothing to 'show' for my day, but in the talking it through, my husband reminds me of how much I invested in people... that fruit is long lasting and doesn't always show up right away! Great post!

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    1. Charlie I often feel I have NOTHING to show for my days, however the fruit is long lasting and doesn't always show up right away like you said. I am believing on the days when we feel we have nothing to show those will be the seeds planted that will bear abundant fruit, fruit that remains!

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  4. Laura, this is such a beautiful post! I want her to lose track of time ALL THE TIME for you and for your boys too. I need to lose track of time more often. I am not always the best at losing track of time and getting caught up in the moment. Thanks for the reminder to do that! Awesome post!

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    1. Tara, thank you. Oh how I pray for her and my boys everyday. There is so much more I want for them both, above all I want them to treasure the Lord and each other.

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  5. Yes!!! As a mom of three young boys, I get this!! I feel so many days I can get trapped in the need to plan every minute in order to keep everything in sync and end the day feeling accomplished. Yet...blessed are the days where I allow time to stand still, sweep my boys and I up in a state of living in the present by going on a long walk together...hand in hand...talking about the birds, the moon, the end of school and why ice-cream melts. The gift of time is so priceless. Love this post (and great pictures too!)

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    1. Bethany I didnt realize you had three boys! I bet you have a rowdy house like mine. I am so blessed with my little ones. I am learning to treasure every moment! I try to just soak it in and ignore the lie of the enemy I am being lazy, i have learned busy is the thief of our precious gift of time.

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  6. Just so beautiful... from depths way deep inside to the outward beauty displayed Laura. Well expressed and well received :-)

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    1. Cindy thank you! I love you and miss you dearly!!!

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