The daddy-daughter dance rolls around every January and for the past 2 years Josiah has expressed how “unfair” it is that he can’t go just because he’s not a daughter. 😂

So you can imagine my excitement this year when I realized that there is a Mother-Son Dance, and apparently it’s every September! So this past weekend I had the opportunity of taking Josiah for some much needed one on one time.

He ran back and forth- playing golf, dancing and snacking. He finally got tired enough to get his face painted. Then he played more golf and did more dancing. The funniest part is when he picked his tattoo. I didn’t have my glasses so I didn’t see the tiny writing above his choice of hearts. (I honestly thought it was a squiggly decorative line.) As the guy was airbrushing the hearts on his hands, he asked me, “You don’t want the Bad Girl airbrushed, right?” I almost spit my drink out! Obviously I didn’t see that! Everyone around the table had a good laugh.

And while we had the best time ever, my heart was conflicted because we didn’t take Gideon with us. I bought 3 tickets with the intention of taking both boys; however Gideon hadn’t been feeling well and about hour before we left, Josiah asked if it could just be the two of us.

My heart was broken for both boys. Kevin reassured me that Gideon would most likely rather have time with me in the hot tub later and that Josiah would benefit from my full attention on the dance floor. I couldn’t argue with that. Nevertheless decisions like these seem minor to some, but are hard for me as a mother.

Balancing the needs of multiple children is tough and when you add in a child with special needs the weight at times feels unbearable. I’m thankful we serve a God who carries us when we feel overwhelmed.