Be like a child

One of my favorite rituals is prayer before bedtime with my 5-year-old. I have shared many sweet, intimate and vulnerable moments with my son, Caden. He's always teaching me something new about faith.

Jesus tells us to be more like children. The innocence of a child can burn away the dross of the world. I was reminded of this a few nights ago:

"Mommy, when I go to heaven I won't have to pray anymore because God is already there."

I was moved to tears. Caden has a profound understanding of God. He also know that there's something beautiful and perfect waiting for us beyond this life.

"I assure you, unless you turn from your sins and become as little children, you will never get into the Kingdom of Heaven."

--Book of Matthew, Ch. 18, Verse 3

Blackberry bliss

So yummy.

Painted toes

When Caden wants me to paint his toenails, I usually convince him that "Boys only paint their big toes." (This way, I can selfishly delay any discussions about gender roles, societal norms, etc.)

But today, he got his way. "Why should girls have all the fun?" he asked.

Can't argue with that...

Happy Birthday, Caden!

Five years ago today, God bestowed upon me a wonderfully magical gift. A bundle of joy and beauty in the form of a perfect little boy. Happy Birthday Caden Chi-Sung. My warrior poet. My heart is yours forever...

Public breasts

Was at In-N-Out today and saw Earth Mama standing in line, ordering her hamburger and fries-- with babe suckling at her breast, uncovered. Everyone around her stood in silence: in equal parts of shock, fascination and horror.

Why is it we don't bat an eyelash when we see a woman half-naked, yet when we witness her breastfeeding in public, we go bonkers?