My Magoo


Hunter’s mommy and daddy are off doing a ministry conference.  For two whole days and nights he is mine, all mine.  I keep him close.  I listen to him set up “meetings” on an old cell phone with his little playmates.  He thanks me profusely for the little “bed” I have created for him right next to me on the floor.  Just as I am dozing off, I sense his little face close to mine.  Leaning against the side of my bed with his head resting on his hands, he nonchalently starts a conversation as if it were 11:30 am instead of 11:30 pm. 

“Do you want to cuddle for a few minutes?”  I ask.  “Yes, just for a few minutes, Nonna.”  He climbs into bed and wraps his arms around me.  We snuggle close, he is stroking my arm.  I close my eyes and breathe him in – and wasn’t it just yesterday that his mommy was this little, this near?  He is four and tomorrow he will be fourteen.  I am memorizing the softness of his face on mine, of his raspy whisper talking about this and that and nothing at all.

A few minutes later I tuck him back in to his makeshift bed.  I can see his long lashes in the moonlight.  He will stay awake and watch me as long as I am watching him, so I know I must call it a night.  I place my hand on his chest and pray over him – for God’s favor and blessing to rest on him.  O God, make Your face to shine upon my little Hunter.  Guide his steps, direct his path.  God, bless my little man.  Bless Him, Lord.  Jesus, bless my Hunter!  I cry out with intensity in the darkness.  “Jesus bless you, Nonna!”  Hunter finishes.

He has, Magoo.  He has!…Hunter’s Nonna


NOTE TO SELF:  Work on my Thanksgiving list of all the things I have to be grateful for, thankful for, don’t deserve…my list will be long.

pictured: Hunter with the mommy and daddy who are making him such a cool kid – jumping off a hay bail with total abandon; with his mom and dad; jumping off a train and being thrown 12 feet into the air-with glee!

6 thoughts on “My Magoo

  1. I’m glad God gave you this special season overflowing with joy with this next amazing generation of little ones! He has called you to be just who you are to them all – Nonna. I rejoice with you, Jeanie!

  2. sniff, sniff.
    I love my little man and I love that he gets personal time with his nonna and poppa. Oh, the wonderful joy of being a mommy. I wouldn’t want it any other way. Thanks momma for such an amazing post.

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