in Septober they teach us
A few weeks ago Ian walked in and declared it to be SEPTOBER! And so it is. Yesterday he said he loves strawberries because they taste like fruit-snack guts. Don’t children educate us well?They teach us that sometimes Dudes just have to suck it up and attend a tea party – because HEY, it’s better for Captain America to eat a few cupcakes and see his girlfriends be happy, than for him to not enjoy a little community. We need it at every age.
Today is Captain America’s 3rd birthday. I cannot believe that 3 years ago today, Ian became a part of our family. He really is one of the greatest rewards I’ll ever receive. He’s a master chef, a jedi, and a symphony impersonator. He’s an arrow, and more than anyone, he has taught me to receive unearned blessing. Little arms holding tight around my neck, he offers kisses all day long.
I keep learning. They teach us that sometimes we invest in things (cleats, shin guards, jerseys), and then we find out it wasn’t right for us. We’re aren’t called to be good at everything. Sometimes you find yourself on the sidelines with your daddy, and you learn there’s nothing you’d rather be doing than that.
They teach us that nature is totally worth the lake goo on four sets of clothes. They teach us that we’re not too old to squat and turn things around and around in the hand. They teach us to not be afraid of a bite.
30 fingernails grow and grow, collecting dirt. I count them all as Icut them.
I learn, too, to count my days, to want a heart of wisdom, to receive like a child. These little ones, they are not a curse over my list of wants for my life or a living breathing to-do list that I can check off.
I clean off the sticky table again, again put down little plates with small portions. Nibble by nibble they eat whatever I give them. They become men by the minute.
Strong men – so we fashion them for the bow. One day soon I’ll put them to the string. I’ll pull them hard back to my chest. I’ve long been taking aim.
And then I’ll let them go.