This morning as I was lying in bed trying to convince myself to get up (and not doing a very good job of it), I kept hearing clanking and moving around and all in the kitchen. Thinking that Kiddo was making himself breakfast, I thought, "Well, cool. He's getting to be such a big boy." (He IS 10 years old, after all.)
Imagine my surprise when I hear the clanking coming closer to me down the hall. I turned over to see my sweet little boy with a tray full of food! Raisin and spice oatmeal, two pieces of toast with blackberry preserves, a glass of milk, even coffee with the perfect amount of sugar and peppermint mocha creamer. It was WONDERFUL!
Of course I thanked him profusely, and after he left the room to fix his own breakfast, I ate while thinking about how much I underestimate him. He is a sweet, caring young man and I don't give him enough credit. I am with him so much of the time since we homeschool that I tend to focus on the things he does wrong - meaning I focus on how to "fix" him. I don't see the times he is kind to a new child at church, or how he helps a teammate up off the soccer field. I mostly only hear from leaders at church when he does something wrong, and it is a special leader indeed who makes a point to tell me of the good things he does.
He is a strong-willed boy and has his faults, to be sure, but this morning the Lord reminded me that he is not ALL strong-willed and defiant and to treasure my time with him. I have to trust that the Lord will use that strong will for His glory one day.
I am going to purpose to enjoy more moments like this morning with him and get to know him like is daddy does. I don't ever think I will have a relationship like he and his daddy have. That's something so very special and I'm so thankful that my husband nurtures that relationship. But as his mother I have a huge job, too.
I'm the one responsible for making sure he wants to marry a woman just like me when he grows up!