Thursday, March 10, 2011

This morning I got Carter up as usual for his morning shower, brushing his expensive upper braces, and breakfast consisting of two kiwis.  As he was eating his breakfast, I fixed two sandwiches–a turkey and swiss sandwich and a peanut butter and jam sandwich.  Included in the brown bag was smores and chips.  I was going to pick him up from school at 1:15 p.m. for his orthodontist appointment where he was going to get his lower braces.

On the way to the doctor, he informed me that he was hungry.  I didn’t think anything about stopping for food before his mouth was going to be hurting and could only get down smoothies for the next 2 days.  He ordered a number 4 which included 3 cheese burgers, a large french fries, and a large coke.  He ate the sandwiches and fries like he hadn’t been fed for two days.  It was then that I realized that I had prepared a full lunch for him in the morning.   As I questioned him, he had already eaten his whole lunch including two sandwiches, chips and smores.  Four Sandwiches.  Smores.  Chips.  French fries.  All for a son I love dearly and is obviously growing thru a growth spurt.

He sometimes eats me out of house and home, but I wouldn’t trade a single second of my time with him.  He as well as my two daughters have truly been God’s gift to me.  In the midst of life, circumstances, and trying times, I have so much to be thankful for, even a growing and very hungry boy.

Each day has a new adventure and new opportunities to experience this journey.