It happened this morning. It was your average runofthemill scurry that happens every morning in our house. However, there was more of a frantic flavor as we were running about 20 minutes behind schedule. With a 7am departure time, combined with a 6:39 wake-up call, equals a morning "fire drill". Without going into the nitty gritty of the morning, amazingly the kids were in the car at 7:03. I'm not going to lie. There is usually quite a bit of behind-the-scene action going on and this morning was no exception. But we were blessed. No raised voices, miraculously clean & matching socks, shoes were found.....right were they were left, and so on and so forth.
As I walked out in the rain to say goodbye and to hand John his breakfast sandwich....William sweetly grabbed my hand and squeezed. He looked up at me and said, "Thank you so much for making it so easy for us."
OMGosh!!!! I died.right.there. Those sweet words almost brought me to tears. As if something clicked in his 17 year old brain....he got it.....and I'm to holding onto it. A rare and completely unsolicited grateful heart.
Honestly, I do believe my kids are great. But they are kids, and share the same tendencies as any other normal kid.....lazy, self-centered, loud, selfish, dirty and occasionally smelly. But oh, when the light comes on.....it shines brightly. They clean the basement (without being asked), share school & friend stories with me, ask me to tuck them in and say prayers at night, and on occasion give a sincere apology or a heartfelt thank you.
There is something very satisfying when your kids turn the corner. Today was one of those moments, and I'm grateful to be happily satisfied.
William ~ looking very satisfied before the Homecoming dance.
Yes, they are typical kids but they have also been raised by 2 amazing parents who have instilled so many important and special qualities. Their hearts are pure and good and even once in a while, you glimpse what they will become as adults. Tell William it makes my heart sing.....Love you, Aunt Suz
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