His sixteen year old boyish grin is outlined by a scruffy beard, his shoulders are broad, his voice deep – yet still filled with kind compassion as he reveals snip-its of his day with me. He has always been so willing to share his thoughts. Someday he will have a wife who will be blessed by his ability to communicate.
Oh how he makes me laugh. He has the gift of seeing the world with such joy and lives his days seeking out adventure and revelry. We have always referred to him as a walking party. That boy enjoys to have himself some fun!
He is a good, good friend to his roof crashers – and he tries to be mindful of others.
This morning he was sharing a few exciting details from his previous 24 hours – flashlight tag, swimming in a creek, dirt bike detailing, bro man conversation, snake hunting, fish skeleton retrieving, transmission fluid filling, laundry folding, snack creating and more. Keeping a straight face during some of his antic “reveals” is pretty much impossible. Boys are interesting creatures, so different than girls – God purposed differences.
Exploration, adventure, conquering, hunting, protecting. I haven’t always gotten it, but hubby cautioned me early on I needed to let him be a him…he is not a her.
After the fun talk our conversation then took a turn to the more serious. I asked him what he thought about what happened in Aurora. He shared what he had heard about the shooting, I shared what I had heard.
After a bit of solemn silence I asked him if he had heard about some of the details as it related to several of the young men and young ladies that were in the theatre.
I shared with him that I had read in an article about three different young men in the theatre who had thrown their bodies over the young ladies they were with to protect them. He asked what happened? I told him each of the young ladies survived, each of the young men died.
He was silent.
The green eyes grew serious, under the long wispy bangs that curve over his forehead, the sweet smile no longer lit up the suntanned face.
He just looked at me…for a long moment.
Without looking away he said, “Mom, I would do the same thing.”
Time stopped, for just a MOMent.
I looked deep into his thoughtful eyes, “I know you would Westley.”
My boy is quite the man…as God purposed.