No words needed – that says more than I could say.
Today I got dirty. The sun was out and I had some weeds to pull in my garden. I had looked forward to this since the weatherman predicted a mid-week warming. I expected to have a lovely time, anticipating the smell of the earth, squirmy worms, and the promise of planting tomato plants soon. These are the things I expected. But, when I invited my youngest son to help me out, I ‘found’ something else.
“Cooper, do you want to help me pull weeds in the garden?”
“No,” he said. “Why not? It’s great out,” I asked.
“Well, I’ll help, but I’m digging for dinosaur bones.”
Well, you and I both know that Cooper was not going to find a dinosaur bone here in Northern Virginia. His expectation was intoxicating. The whole time we were out there, he kept digging. And every time he would hit something, he would say, “Mom! I think I found one. I bet it’s a T-Rex.”
After a few of these I said, “Do you really think you are going to find a T-Rex?”
“Maybe not a whole head, but maybe a tooth, or at least a crystal,” he says.
I smiled. Expectations. Anticipations. Maybe I set mine too low? And, maybe it doesn’t matter if I set them too low or not, because today a mischievous, red-headed six year old, surprised me and reminded me that there are still numerous discoveries to be made.
Cooper to me:
“Mom, you’re the best mom in the whole galazy!”
Me to Cooper:
“I have the best kids in the whole galaxy!” (I can’t say he’s the best, because what about the other two – so this way, I’m covered.
Cooper to me:
“I love you all the way to heaven. All the way to God’s house and then all the way until the whole thing ends.”
Me – speechless. Can’t top that – just take it in.
Here’s praying in the new year you each have someone to love you all the way until the whole thing ends.