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Maybe It Will Be Ok After All…

All the books, all the podcasts, all the meetings and appointments that we partake in to teach us how to deal with our surroundings and it’s the heart of a little boy that gives me the feeling that maybe, just maybe, it’s all going to turn out ok.

You know what my son did this morning…

We’re at the dentist to get a cavity fixed in one of those places that 6 year old’s don’t realize they need to hit real good when they are brushing. We’re in the waiting room doing exactly what the title implies…waiting and waiting and waiting. We’re waiting on the anesthesia that they administer through a liquid to kick in. I’m not going to pretend to know how all this stuff works. Every time I’ve had anesthesia it is administered through an I.V. They tell me to count backwards from 100 and I usually get as far as “One Hundred, Ninenenenenty Niiiii…..” and then I wake up several hours later to tales of all the strange things I said as I was coming to…and there are some doozies.

They tell me to count backwards from 100 and I usually get as far as “One Hundred, Ninenenenenty Niiiii…..”

This seems a bit different. They gave him a cup with some red liquid and said he’d get hyper (nothing new) then he’d get real calm and then he’d go to sleep. The whole process is supposed to take an hour. We’re 45 minutes in and so far I’m the only one showing signs of drowsiness.

But my son did something that absolutely made my heart soar this morning. Shortly after we arrived we went back to weigh him to make sure they had the dosage right. He gets off the scale and the nurse tells him that he can get a sticker. Now stickers are like bitcoin in the 6 year old world. Stickers work as bribery for any number of horrendous things. He walks over to the table with the stickers and grabs one and then starts looking for another. Being the prudent parent I tell him that he only gets one, the nurse tells him he is allowed to have two. I did my job, she was nice, he gets two stickers. Problem solved…we’re all happy.

He looks at me and says, “No dad it’s ok. I’m getting one for my sister since she has to go to school today.” The picture on this post is the sticker that he got for her. Not only did he get one for her, but he took a picture so I could show her so she’d be happy sooner.

My daughter was upset that she had to go to school and my son didn’t. She couldn’t fully understand what his day held but that didn’t matter much to her. She was very upset this morning and my son wanted to grab a sticker to make her feel better…

Unprompted…

My son has scored goals, made All Star Teams, sang solos, played the lead in plays and done some incredible stuff, but nothing makes my heart leap more than when he shows his sweet, kind, and gentle heart. His spirit is one that continues to amaze me. I have so many people tell me about the gentle spirit he has and how much of a joy he is to have around.

I often worry about how inadequate I feel as a parent. I have been blessed with these two amazing little kiddos and I’m not always entirely sure what I’m doing. I’ve never raised a 6 year old boy and a 4 year old girl. Every single day is a new day with new experiences, new challenges, and new joys. Trying to pair being a parent with being a husband with being a minister with being a coach is a bit overwhelming and yet when my son gets a sticker for his sister to make her feel better I suddenly feel like everything slows down. The world that moves too fast for my brain comes to a stop and in that moment I feel like it’s all going to be ok.

Trying to pair being a parent with being a husband with being a minister with being a coach is a bit overwhelming and yet when my son gets a sticker for his sister to make her feel better I suddenly feel like everything slows down.

All the books, all the podcasts, all the meetings and appointments that we partake in to teach us how to deal with our surroundings and it’s the heart of a little boy that gives me the feeling that maybe, just maybe, it’s all going to turn out ok.

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