I've never laughed so hard in my entire life while simultaneously trying to keep my bursting heart from spilling into tears.
Because he really put every.single.bit of his heart and soul and effort into doing those dance moves just like his daddy.
And is he really old enough already to be up at 9 p.m. grooving his little heart out on the dance floor at his daddy's best friend's wedding reception?
Earlier that day, I'd done a double take, too, while observing him.
You see, G. was the ring bearer at the wedding ceremony.
And I'd honestly wondered if he would be able to handle the pressure of people watching him as he walked down the aisle doing his "big-boy job."
That's a big thing for a little guy.
We talked about it quite a bit the entire week before he actually had to make the official trip down the aisle.
I explained what to expect at least a dozen times.
A few hours before the wedding I asked if he had any questions about being the ring bearer
He shook his head yes.
"Well," I'd asked, "what do you want to know
"When do I get to eat the wedding cake?" he'd inquired solemnly.
And he really didn't have any questions about his duty.
He knew just what to do when his grandma led him and the flower girl to the aisle. He carried his little white pillow all the way to John, who was standing as the best man.
My heart nearly thumped out of my chest at the sight of my oldest baby walking down the aisle.
How could he be old enough to do that? I'd mused to myself, fighting back the dampness in my eyes
And it occurred to me just how quickly little boys change and grow and become this bigger little person who has ideas and thoughts all his own.
And, I thought, sooner rather than later he's going to be a bigger big person who has ideas and thoughts all his own ... except then he won't be the one bearing the rings; he'll be the one exchanging them.
I realized there in those fleeting moments on the dance floor and in the church sanctuary, that we only have him while he's young for a short time. So our time needs to be spent not just trudging through the dailiness of life but really pouring into him, guiding him and preparing him for the awesome job he'll have one day as a husband and maybe even a father.
And if we do our parenting job well in preparing him for that day when he exchanges those sacred vows, if we prep him with enough of what his job as a man of God entails, perhaps the only question he'll have burning for us will be, "So when do I get to eat the cake?"
Monday, October 4, 2010
Thinking, that's all: The icing on the cake
Let me tell you, if you've never seen a solemn-faced three year old decked out in a tuxedo and shiny black shoes attempting to dance the Cha Cha Slide alongside a dance-floor full of people, well then, you really haven't lived.