It happened while I was sitting at our booth next to my husband, chatting.
Friends of ours were standing in front of us.
I didn't see him approach.
It was sudden.
I'm not even sure what caused me to look down.
But there he stood.
I'm guessing he was about three.
Tears streamed down his face, his mouth formed the sob before it reached my ears.
My heart immediately wanted to burst!
All fell silent.
Where had he come from?
I'd been watching the people walk by and not seen him before.
I leaned towards him and his voice broke out between sobs.
"I want my Mommy!"
I stood and reached out my arms, unsure if he'd be comfortable if I were to pick him up.
He didn't move away, but seemed to want to be held, so I scooped him up and tucked his little body close to mine.
He hung on tightly, but continued to sob.
I stepped out of our corner so I could see the room more clearly.
No one stood out, infact the place was filled with vendors, but few others.
"I want my Mommy!" he cried.
"Don't worry, Buddy. We will find her. We are going to find her." I replied gently and rubbed his back with my hand.
I walked towards the front of the building with the idea that I might see better and possibly inquire with the staff.
"I want my Mommy!" He cried louder.
Again I tried to soothe him as I walked.
Thankfully, I didn't have to go far when a tall gentleman hurried towards us coming from the direction of the children's craft area.
I felt relieved as he met us and took the little boy.
The little fellow was still crying, but no longer desperate.
The gentleman comforted him as he returned to the kid's craft corner behind the bookcases.
I chided myself that I had forgotten it was back there, but glad I hadn't gone more than a few paces away from our booth before he was reunited with his family.
Returning to our friends, my husband, and my seat I was smiling, but my eyes were moist.
"The poor little guy!" My only way of expressing my emotion.
My friend smiled at me.
"Well, he recognized you as a Mommy," she said.
Her words blessed me.
I will always be a mother, but my years of "Mommy" are long past.
As I face the fact that this school year is my final one of homeschooling and the last year of school for our son it's...
precious.
I'm so thankful for the years of Mommyhood, the season of schooling, extra curricular activities, then graduation, and finally they're gone.
Adults who have their own responsibilities, their own lives.
I am so blessed by God.
Blessed I could be there to help that little fellow and blessed he allowed me to, for children are such priceless treasures.
They are highly valued by God.
Luke 18:16 KJV — But Jesus called them unto him, and said, Suffer little children to come unto me, and forbid them not: for of such is the kingdom of God.
Dear Lord Jesus,
Thank You for Your Word! Thank You for showing us how precious each little child is. Lord, thank You for making time for the little children and blessing them. Lord, thank You for bringing me to Yourself as a little child and continuing with me daily. Lord, I lift up that little fellow and his family. Please help them to know You and to find security in Your salvation. Lord, for those who have little children, please bring them the endurance, wisdom, patience, and understanding for each of their children, that they might raise them in the reverence and honor of You, that they might find their own hearts filled with Your love and therefore have plenty to fill up the hearts of their children. Lord, thank You for the blessings You have given. I'm amazed by all Your wonderous works. I love You, Jesus. Amen.
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