Yesterday morning, while he was eating his German Pancake he impulsively grabbed it so fast on his fork (the entire thing, not just a bite) and it went flying to the floor. More food for Abby. The saddest thing about this spill is that I had just finished telling the kids that I hadn't made the usual double batch, so they couldn't have their usual gluttonous portions. I thought I noticed a small tear filling up in his eyes as he watched the dog lap up his breakfast. We gave the one remaining extra piece to Little Boy.
So today, as I wiped up milk from the floor, I pondered the sadness of this situation and a new thought crossed my mind. You see, Little Boy is a unique personality. He is a highly worried, determined and self motivated kid. He's spent his entire life running to catch up to his two older brothers and it's made him stronger than steel. He is also a great student. Last night on the first night of summer he had his math packet out doing his self-imposed goal of '2 pages a day.' Then as he was reading his new library book (another summer assignment) he asked me to please remind him to practice his violin tomorrow as he had skipped it on accident that day. I had purposely been giving my kids a break from practicing since they don't have lessons for a couple weeks. I mean seriously, what kind of kid does this?! And then the whispered answer came.... "The kind of kid who has been faced with lots of trials, and turns out all the better for it." With every put down from his brothers he rises again, with every challenge of a physical nature he gets up and goes at it again, and with every spill, he gets mad, and then cleans up the mess even with a mocking frustrated mother. This curse may actually be his blessing in life. Amazing! I just need to recognize it.
Right at this moment (as I type) he is in the next room trying to teach algebra to his 7 year old sister. I can hear solving for X going on... that is Algebra right? Don't ask me. They aren't even out of their PJs yet and they're solving for unknowns. I don't mean to brag- but this 3rd son of mine is truly a gift from the Gods. A gift with a curse. A blessing/curse. That is how I am going to try and look at it from now on.
PS Now he is unloading dishes (his brother's job as Middle Boy is at youth conference) and