And A Child Shall Lead Them

This is my kid four years ago.

When I found out I was pregnant, I was certain I was having a girl. We even had a name all picked out-Madeline.

Then I learned it was a boy.

I'm sure you can imagine how surprised I was. And how overwhelmed. I already had plans of tea parties and doll houses and prom dresses.

Now we needed to select a whole new theme for the nursery, come up with a name and adjust to the idea of fishing and football.

Look at this kid. He is sweet and special and a snuggle bug. He's 5 ("and a half, mom!") and loves to ski and ice skate and play soccer.

He also does the icky boy stuff like talking about farts and using the word "wiener". I hate that stuff.

He likes to read the book about how Jesus died on that "stick thing" and asks questions like where the heck does the Easter Bunny fit into the whole picture. Because while the sacrifice is important, that bunny has chocolate.

This kid has a huge heart and understands that he is lucky and some kids are not. He sets aside his toys and clothes to give to them, because he knows it's his job to help others.

He has developed a faith that I could learn from.

We stopped at a Goodwill store on a lark to see if there were any hockey skates in his size. I knew there wouldn't be. Anything of value is snatched up before it hits the shelf there.

As I turned the car off, I looked in my rear view mirror and saw Logan close his eyes and say "Please God let there be skates in my size, a hockey stick and shin guards. Thank you and I love you. Amen."

While I found that precious, my immediate thought was "Crap. Now I'm going to have to have the talk with him about how our prayers aren't always answered the way we would like."

Except Logan's was. Every single thing he asked for was there and in perfect condition.

So this kid also teaches me lessons. Every day.

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