This child pictured here is the person who at 3 years old, screamed bloody murder as his dad was trying to put on a pirate costume that HE himself had picked out, but now it was too scary for him. The year before, his Grammie had ordered online a Disney costume that she was really happy about. If i had known i would have told her not to waste her money. I acted enthusiastic about it, and of course he shot the idea down repeatedly. When he was four, he wanted to wear a shirt that had spiders all over it. He did not want to BE a spider. So his wonderful daddy bought black puffy paint and meticulously drew spiders front and back over a grey thermal shirt. The boy never wore it. The spiders looked too real. When he was five, he agreed to be spiderman. I borrowed a costume from a friend knowing i sure as heck wasn't going to be spending money on something that most likely wouldn't get worn. With family in town i held my breath to see if he'd back out at the last minute, depending on his mood. He wore it, not once, but twice, and a super fun year for Halloween memories was made. He pretty much had an aversion to anything "costumey" since he was little, or maybe it was just anything that involved going along with a plan or whatever the majority was doing at the time. This year, he had requested some Star Wars specific characters for Halloween and i found this costume at Goodwill (helmet was purchased later) I had to wash it first then let it air dry out on the back deck in the sun. He kept going out to see if it was dry yet, trying to convince me that it was okay if he wore it a little wet. He wore it every day after school for a week. Jaw drop.
Who is this kid?
Let's review some history to see why something looks out of place in this picture. This same exact jacket was worn by this same exact (yet not quite the same) child a year ago for a family wedding. This was met by repeated protests about not liking wearing fancy clothes and uncomfortable this and funny looking that. And a few months later while getting ready for a family photo shoot, again in "uncomfortable" clothes, he bemoaned about how awful he looked.
Fast forward to last month, the night before picture day, i mention to joey that we haven't picked out clothes yet for the next day. My eyes open wide and i hear him say, "Okay but we have to make sure it's something rEEAlly nice." I say okay and half jokingly pull out this jacket, "This is probably too fancy for picture day right?" He glances up from reading a magazine on his bed, and replies, "Oh no that's EXACTLY like what i was wanting to wear." My jaw drops. I wait for the groans that don't come. He gets dressed the next morning in the pre-determined outfit and even lets me tell him how handsome he looks. Who is this kid?
There are soooo many other ways he has blossomed over the last year and a half it'd be hard to list everything. He announced the other night that he was ready to take swimming lessons again. But there are moments that set me back and i realize that yep, my joey is definitely still in there, and this parenting ride is going to have some rough twists and dips. My boys are all so uniquely made that it only reinforces my trust in God all the more. Only He knows their ins and outs so intimately because he designed every part of them. I have to yield my concerns and anxieties over to God on a daily basis, and trust him with their lives. Only then do i have the hope and joy to accomplish this awesome responsibility of raising these children.
And there's always Yoda to go to if you need some good advice- "Fear is the path to the Dark Side. Fear leads to anger, anger leads to hate; hate leads to suffering"