My wild child turns 3 tomorrow. All of my children’s toddler years have been different and there have been rivals, but this kid – he wins the wild child award to date.
He is that kid. He’s the one that keeps me on my toes and other people whisper about when we are out of earshot.He does things that you could never even think up – go ahead and try!
He causes chaos and dumps cups of water like it is his job. Like maybe he has a sponsorship deal with Dasani.
He prefers to not wear pants. He is curious and caring. He thinks he can move our cars with his bare hands. Truly believes one of these days when he pushes, Eric’s car will roll right out of his way.
He loves his siblings in a mighty way. He is the first to bring his little sister a baby doll and understands Rhett better than you’d expect for his few years on Earth. He says, “mom I hold you?” more often than he says, “stinky butt cheek.”
Yesterday I stood in my kitchen after watching him dump another. cup. of water. and prayed, “Jesus, give me a vision of the other side.”
I know and have lived the platitude of the long days and the short years, but sometimes I just need a little bit more.
He looked up at me and grinned his coy smile and I saw it. Call me crazy. But I saw my vision of the other side. My handsome young man smiling at me – not as a toddler, but as a man.
And I knew the other side is beautiful and Godly, whatever else it is. He might just change the world. He’s already changed mine.