Then came the rain. A LOT of it.
Yesterday morning Elijah remembered the scooters on the other bank and asked me to go down with him so he could swim across and retrieve them. We got down there and the water was rushing, swirling, at least three feet higher than normal. I took one look and said, "Elijah, I cannot, under any circumstances, call your daddy in Detroit and tell him I let you get swept away in the river. The scooters will have to wait."
To my surprise, he didn't protest. He had already felt how cold the water was and saw how quickly it was rushing. It struck me though, that the same boy who would ride a scooter down a steep, muddy slope into a river had enough common sense not to go down to the same river, now rushing and swirling, alone. I believe I see faint glimmers of maturity.
That said, this is the same boy who, on the way home from a dental cleaning yesterday morning, accused me of taking him to the "devil's office." And might occasionally build entire lego towns. And primps for 30 minutes before going to church. And still has hundreds of hot wheels cars. And works like a man. And still has a favorite stuffed animal.

The little boy inside the young man. I love this stage.
Be thankful ~
Karen
1 comment:
O MY! that picture is from camping!! Lol. "primps for 30 min. before going to church." haha :)
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