The following is my husband’s description of Matthias, shared from when he was an infant:
- He is a baby
- He grows fast
- He likes to chew his hands
- He’s basically superhuman
- He has Bane traps
- Why don’t you come up with some ideas?
Okay, then.
Well, Hubby’s concise description was fairly en pointe, and four years later, not much has changed. Matthias may no longer be a baby, but he is incredibly smart, active, and strong (does that make him superhuman?), and his traps are rather impressive due how often he uses his arms to whack and hurl pillows across the room and do all sorts of preschool boy things, although they are perhaps not the same size as Bane’s.
Already, he’s a total charmer.
A couple of months ago we spent the afternoon at an orchard in Maryland. While in the giant bouncy house, we lost track of Matthias, and found him in the midst of a circle of six middle school girls who were admiring his curly blonde locks while he showed them his superhero jumps and dazzled them with his lack of proper syntax and sparkling blue eyes.
That’s Matthias for you. Always the center of attention, always the extrovert.
He is sweet and thoughtful. Ridiculously dramatic and he feels with a passion.
We pray that we raise him to love Jesus. We pray that we raise him knowing his extended family all over the world, and we pray that we raise him to know he is not “too much” in his little boy-ness and that we love him with a fierceness. In my husband’s profession and also in our fallen world nothing is certain, but we pray Matthias will grow up knowing that God is.
With the fourth birthday on the horizon, we are especially thankful we’ve been able to spend the last six months together as a family. Matthias didn’t know his daddy for the first two years and we spent the following year mostly separated as well. Even at four years old, Matthias has spent more time without his dad than with him, but today they are thick as thieves.
I’m thankful for everything about this boy and I adore his sweet, passionate spirit.
Thank you, Jesus, for my crazy pants!
