NORMAN — The mother tucked her son in for the night. Their nighttime routine was as regular as clockwork, or so the mom thought.
Together they would say their bedtime prayers. Mom would be first, then her son would follow. She was always eager to hear his prayer. His prayer was always new and refreshing. She would teasingly pinch his toe and then his nose. His smile would brighten her heart and instantly life would be as right as rain.
She would always say, “Son, I love you with all my heart.” With that pronouncement, their nightly routine would end with a huge hug — you know, one of those hugs we all need and treasure.
Then one night, this routine was shattered in a most spectacular way. The night began routinely enough. The mother tucked in her son. They prayed, she pinched his toes and nose, and then he gave her his world-winning smile.
Yet, when she was about to say, “Son, I love you with all my heart,” he reached up with his hand to silence her. Time stopped. Routine was shattered. His smile was broader than ever before and his eyes — his eyes, radiated a light so full of innocence that she felt as she were caught in a wormhole being pulled in to a world of pure love. She was enraptured.
Then gesturing to his entire possession of toys, he said, “Mom, I love YOU with all my toys.” The chords of her heart were stroked and in that single moment of clarity, she knew what genuine love must be like in Heaven.
The story that I have revealed is true — a wonderful moment of love shared between mother and son. Love shakes us, molds us, connects us, shapes us, motivates us, challenges us, moves us, strengthens us, confounds us and dares us. These precious love moments are but a reflection of a bigger purpose and spiritual force.