It's the one job where, the better you are, the more surely you won't be needed in the long run.
Barbara Kingsolver, Pigs In Heaven
Today was an errand day. Ski boot fitting. Christmas shopping on Main Street. Groceries. Just me and the boy.
As we entered the grocery store, volunteers were handing out a list of critical needs at the local food bank. Kiddo felt compelled to act. We shopped the list. At the bottom was "personal care items" followed by a short list of examples.
"People probably don't donate some of these things. Especially the ones that might be embarrassing to buy. Imagine being a lady and unable to afford those things. It would be terrible!" said he.
With not an ounce of self consciousness, this fine little creature grabbed a pack of lady products and threw it in with the rest of the donations. It wasn't something to shy away from. It was simply a need.
His blooming maturity. My open and honest conversations about what it's like to be human (man or woman). Frank discussions about biology. He has long since come to understand these processes. But to consider them and how they affect people, especially those in need, is a whole other thing, indeed.
Good things are happening here. This young man is becoming a sensitive, well-rounded individual. I'm so proud to call him my own.
Sometimes I wish back to the days he was a tiny tot. That he still fit in the crook of my neck. But I wouldn't exchange moments like this for anything.
I'll eat you up I love you so.