Or the grunts of a happy pig. I really hate to admit just how much I like the pigs. They almost always make me smile unless I am chasing them around trying to get them back into their pen. I miss the sounds of their happy little noises.
I so miss the sound of the sheep. Nothing says contentment like hearing sheep in the fields. There is something so special about it that I don't even have the words to describe it. I miss those beautiful bleats one to another...the mother calling for her lamb or vise versa.
But the one thing I don't want to miss is the sound of a child. The sound when my child says, "I'm awake, Momma." That is what I heard this morning when I walked down the stairs. I forgot the littlest of all my children went to bed with the oldest last night. I rushed downstairs to get on the computer for just a bit, and then right before I turned on the light I saw him laying in the bed. I turned to go quietly back upstairs, and I heard him. "I'm awake, Momma." At that moment my heart melted. I have heard him call me "Momma" for years, but it was so sweet this morning. There wasn't any wants or needs that he wanted me to attend to. He just wanted to let me know that he knew I was there. I get the same feeling when I hear my 16 year old son call my name. He too still calls me "Momma". I don't think I recall him calling me "Mom", although I am sure he does from time to time. When I hear him say, "I love you, Momma", I know he has my heart in the palm of his hand. I would give my life for any one of these children. I know one day that the littlest voice won't be so child like. It too will change into the voice of a man. I know because our two oldest son's have already grown into their man voices and our third son is well on his way. I love the sweet sounds of a child, and I love the word, "Momma". It melts my heart.
grace and peace,