A Bat Walk

Last night, at the supper table, I leaned over and whispered into Nathan's ear, "Want to go on a bat walk tonight?"

He looked at me with an enormous grin on his face, "Oh, yeah!"

So, while Scott put Jack to bed, Nathan and I--hand in hand--went for a bat walk. Nathan decided that he needed to make a "bat hat" out of construction paper and yarn. "Mom," he said, "this will help me hear the bats when they're coming."

We walked through the neighborhood, looking for bats, for about thirty minutes. We held hands, and Nathan just talked and talked and talked. He talked about bats. He talked about bugs. He talked about school. He talked about his friends. He talked about God and Jesus. I could listen to my children talk all.day.long. My heart was so full last night, being with my son and soaking up the pleasure of his company, one on one. This boy of mine, he's oozing confidence and genuine curiosity. He's so full of wonder.

I am so,so, so blessed to be his mother. Every day, I thank Jesus for that enormous privilege. During our walk, Nathan said, "Mom, I'm so lucky." No, sweet boy. I am.