Thing 1

We had open house last night at Thing 1's school.  I have been very nervous about this year, not sure why but I have been.  Last year was a wonderful year and I don't think things could have gone any better.  We get to the school and we see one of his friend's mom who is a teacher at the school, first thing, and she walks with us to the Yellow hall.  The school color codes their halls, Second grade is Yellow.  I think she and I both had the same thought, please let Tristan and Sarah be in the same class; well they aren't.  However he does have a super nice teacher this year that is very excited to have him as a student.  There are several of his little friends in the class with him.  After we left I felt a lot better about the school year.

We arrive home and I had already made the executive decision that I was not cooking supper last night.  So we load up in the jeep for a trip to a local pizza place.  On the way both boys are asking to stop back by Granny's house on the way home.  I inform them that Granny is not at home tonight.  Well of course that leads to, Where is she?  This is asked by both kids and the hubs.  I then explain that she had gone to South Carolina.  This results in a Why from the peanut gallery.  So I explain that a friend lost his brother in a 4 wheeler accident, and she had gone to the funeral home.  Nothing else was said.  I look in the back seat to see what the boys were doing and I notice Thing 1 is sitting with his hands folded, eyes closed and his mouth is moving.  Thing 2 was trying to copy him.  I watched for just a minute then I asked him what he was doing.  He opens his eyes and looks at me and says, I was praying Mama, praying that the boy that died has a good life with Jesus, and praying that his family will be ok without him.  Let's not forget that the kid is 7.  I am a firm believer in prayer, I also believe that the prayers of kids are sometimes heard a little more clearly because they are often the most sincere.  I text Granny and let her know what he had done.  Of course that kind of text warrants a phone call.  Mostly to which I say, I guess he does pay attention in church more than I realized.

I realized last night that this little person, who loves to fight with his brother, not eat his veggies, and definitely not clean his room has become such an amazingly kind hearted person, who really does care about others.  It is amazing to see the transformation in him as he goes from little baby, to wide open toddler, to this little man.  I am very lucky to be his mom and am so thankful that the good Lord trusted me with him.