Today Lucia was making smoothies for our kids. This is an almost daily occurrence for the fam. My kids, plus this big kid, loves Lucia’s smoothies. She keeps a regular stock of frozen bananas in the freezer in the garage and a few frozen strawberries or blueberries or mango or whatever mixed with some apple juice. My, my!!
This afternoon she didn’t have enough of one of the ingredients so only three of the four kids in the house could imbibe. I was upstairs in the office doing some work and Haydn, my four-year old, came bounding up asking me if I wanted his smoothie. I was confused. Really confused. Was this my son? Was he sick? I don’t typically think the best when misunderstanding comes my way. I’m working on it.
I gave him a very huge embrace and commended him over and again for his Christ-like behavior. He was glowing from ear to dirty ear.
Still a bit confused and not thinking the best I asked Lucia later what was up with that. “Did you ask him to give up his smoothie?” She said it was all him. She told the kids that there was only enough for three and Haydn immediately popped up and said that daddy could have his. And immediately up the stairs he came running to let me know. You have to understand: he might as well have said I could have his favorite toy or he was going on a sweet-fast.
Sometimes I wonder if these kids are mine. Sometimes, many times, they get it right. I am lost sometimes as a dad and typically only hitting on half my cylinders in the parenting department. But my kids do get it right, often. God’s grace was magnified today as three of us were slurping smoothies.