The Man and the Man Child
November 16, 2010 
My men. I've been thinking about them lately.
I mean, they're always on my mind. This is my husband and son I'm talking about, so they're always in and out of my thoughts in one way or another.
But lately I've been noticing a shift.
Not only do I have one man who takes care of things; I have two.
Mr. Blue Eyes has always been the kind of husband who takes care of certain things. If I were to compile a list, it would be l.o.n.g. long. And even though I'm no shrinking violet when it comes to getting my hands dirty, he usually allows me to stay pretty clean and dry.
(Not always. But usually.)
For instance, when we worked at the resort in Colorado, while I was usually busy with office work, he was out in the mountain forest sawing down trees.
While I was cooking in the restaurant, he was out handling some sort of septic issue.
While I was ironing table linens for a wedding, he was out fixing fence.
(We used to work together at a resort... In case you didn't know that.)
While I remain snuggled up like a kitten in our bed each morning, he wakes up and does the chores.
Before I plant my little seeds in the garden, he gets out there and prepares the earth.
While I make my living here in our home, he ventures out into the world each day and operates heavy equipment.
It's just a balance that we have. Just as he has things that he usually takes care of, so do I. I think what makes it work is that we both know that we don't require these things of one another. We just do it because we know it's how our world continues to run smoothly.
Anyhow, as we approach Little Blue Eyes' fourth birthday, I'm noticing that he is becoming less a little boy and just a bit more a man. Out of his own will and volition, he's doing things around the house for me. The other day he replaced a roll of toilet paper. And this morning, when Miss Peaches asked if Charlotte could come up and play, he offered to go down to the shop and get her. He helps me put the groceries on the counter at the check-out. He buckles himself into his car seat.
He's still my baby, don't get me wrong. We have determined that he is not yet ready to give up his afternoon nap, and he still has just the slightest bit of baby cheek chub. But I am becoming increasingly aware that this mama bear is going to have to let her cub explore a bit more outside of the den.
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Little Blue Eyes, Mr. Blue Eyes
Reader Comments (7)
Your website represents everything you've stood for since you were a little girl...faith, family, love for cooking, horses and dogs...good thing Mom and Dad had you as the 10th child...they saved the best for last!
Oh goodness. I had no intentions of crying today. So much for that!
Seriously, thank you. Love you, love you, love love love you.
Well I think your little man has a slightly mischievous grin.
He is so handsome.
Ya mama bear, savor these moments cuz they are gone in a blink.
It's sweet of you to acknowledge your hubby's help around the house. My hubby seems to work even harder around the house when he knows how much it means to me. Have you read the marriage book about Love Languages? One of the gifts is Acts of Service, sounds like that is a big love language for you.
You have a male that will voluntarily change a toilet roll???? Do you realise how rare that is?
Well done girl! :-)
Cate... Hah! One of my sister's shared your sentiments.
You are a very blessed woman. :-) And I am blessed because of your blog. Really.