Yes, I know I write about my kids a lot. They are pretty much my world, and I am proud of them for not just what they do and accomplish, but for the people that they simply are.
The other day, our oldest, Michael, did something that spoke volumes about who he is, and I nearly drowned in a swell of love for him.
Last Tuesday he took my car to get it serviced at the Honda place by Walmart. Ten minutes after he got there he called me at work .
“You didn’t say it would take an hour,” he complained. “What am I supposed to do for an hour?!”
I told him to go wander around Walmart. Look at videos. Buy something to eat.
Grumbling, he said something about Burger King and hung up, and I went back to what I had been working on.
About an hour and a half later, he showed up in the office. He wasn’t grouchy anymore, and as he gave me the car key he said he was going to a friend’s.
“What did you do while you waited?” I asked.
“Well, I walked to Burger King and I was kinda hungry so I got four hamburgers. But I didn’t eat them because on the way to Walmart I passed four homeless people. There were four between Burger King and Walmart! I gave each of them a burger.”
Then he just kind of shrugged, said he’s text me later, and left the office.
I watched him leave and my heart caught in my throat. My little boy, my baby…
I know he’s almost grown. He kind of has a beard! I know my time left with having him as my child is almost gone.
But that afternoon, I was struck by the young adult he has become, and I realized that, as parents, we must have done somethings right.
‘Truly I tell you, whatever you did for one of the least of these brothers and sisters of mine, you did for me.’