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Heart Stones



As a child, I learned that my daddy collected agates. I knew that every time we went on long walks, we’d keep our eyes peeled for that special rock. To this day I remember him saying happily, “hey Kel, look at this one! Oh! No, look at this one!” Sometimes we would see who could find the most. Looking for these types of rocks was fun, but I enjoyed the time spent with daddy more. The craziness of the world was left behind; it was just me, daddy and the open trails. I will never forget those times.

In fact, now that I’m a mother of two, I too began this time with my own children. Each time we go to Mt. Lemmon, Patagonia Lake, or any lake for that matter, we keep our eyes peeled for that special rock.

My son Alec, has really taken a liking to this. When he was four, he found a rock (not an agate), just a rock that he liked. He came home and gave it to me. I asked him why he chose that rock. He said, “because it is soft and smooth like you mommy.” That very thin, smooth rock has been in my wallet ever since! Each time I open my wallet, I am reminded of this sweet thoughtful gesture my son gave me.

Alec really stepped it up last year. He was in third grade. One day, he came home from school with his pockets full of rocks. Rocks of all shapes, colors, sizes and textures. All, very beautiful in their own way. Well anyway, he came home and he’s shaking his pockets, causing the rocks to make noise. (At first, I had no idea what he had or what he was doing.) So naturally I asked, “What you got there buddy?” He smiles the sweetest smile and says, “I was thinking of you a lot today Mommy. So I found these and thought you would like them.”

I will never forget that day either. My son, a third grader. Out during recess with all his friends and all he can think about is rocks for his mommy. My heart was deeply touched.

Every day for nearly a month, he would come home with the biggest grin on his face, while shaking his pant pockets. All these rocks, all beautiful…what was I ever going to do with all of them? I chuckled. This is my son’s heart, his ever so thoughtful, loving heart. I had recalled this large vase that I haven’t used in a while. I had him help me place all his heart stones in this vase for me. He said, “Mommy, this is perfect!”

He is now in fourth grade. I haven’t received any heart stones in a long time.

Until, Tuesday February 21, 2012, when he came home with his head down. I thought something was wrong. So I ask him, “What’s wrong son?” His eyes slowly meet mine and he begins the sweetest smile that I had many times before seen…it was then that I knew a heart stone had made it into his pocket that day. He says while shaking his pocket, “I was thinking about you a lot today Mommy.” He pulls out the heart stones he found that day and walks over to our vase and drops them in, while appearing joyful in spirit. As I watch him engaged in this act of service, I can’t help but feel the Lord’s presence. Pure Joy & Love embrace every fiber of my being.

Never did I ever think that when I was a child, that I too would experience this with my child. We may not have the long walks as often as we would like. Though I am eternally blessed by the heart stones my son collects when we are apart. Because these heart stones are great reminders of how we are always together in spirit and in love.

Like when I was with my daddy, each rock he found, he shared with me a joy in his life. When I found one and it was truly an agate, I know that my daddy would smile the sweetest of smiles too. It was his heart smile that I longed for.

And to this day, I receive these heart stones and heart smiles from one of the most precious souls in my life…my son, my lil’ man, Alec.
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