Tuesday, January 7, 2014

It's a Long Road

It is cold.

Verrry cold.  Especially for Richmond.  Enough so that my oldest son asked me if he’d ever experienced such cold in his lifetime.  He hasn’t.  He asked if I had.  I imagine I have, but I don’t remember.

He came in my room this morning and announced the temperature to me…9 degrees (but it feels like 1).  That’s the first thing he said to me as I lay in bed enjoying the extra sleep time a 2-hour-because-it’s-so-cold school delay afforded me.

Since he’s an early riser, and was already dressed, I asked him to take the dog out, reminding him to bundle up.  He agreed, donning his hat and gloves and heavy coat (gasp!) without even having to be told to (typically, bundle up means halfway pull your medium-weight coat on).

When he came back in, he was gasping.

“Cold out there, huh?”

“Just on my feet.”

I look down and see that he is barefoot.  BAREFOOT.  “Will, WHATAREYOUTHINKING?”

“I had shoes on.”

“What shoes?”

“I was wearing my slides.”

In other words, the kid bundled himself up head to toe knee and then wore flip flops in 9 degree weather to walk around in the crunchy frost-laden grass while the dog peed.

“There was steam you know.”  A gleeful twinkle in his eye, because who doesn’t think “smoking” pee is hysterical?  Certainly not my kids.

“Go put some socks on.”

“M-O-M, it’s fine.”

“NOW.”

You know, I was so pleased this morning by his taking responsibility for the dog, for bundling up without being threatened asked, for his unfailing good nature in almost all things.  I thought to myself, ever so briefly, we are getting there.  Mentally patting myself on the back, just because I love him and he's growing up so well, so far.  Wherever “there” is.

Clearly, the road to "there" is a long one.  Loooong and winding.

It’s his good nature and sly grin that save him, time after time.  I'm a sucker for 'em.  And all I can do is shake my head and trust that we will arrive at our destination.  One day.

May I be alive to see it.

1 comment:

Sundresses and Smiles said...

I love this...I feel like it's such a typical "guy thing" to do..haha! Being practical and bundled, yet somehow not realize you should probably wear thick socks and warm shoes, ha!

I am looking forward to another delay in the morning!