Mr. T is helping Daddy mow the grass. His helpful side is huge! When I think of how God programmed the male it really does astound me. I was gushing kind and astounded words at the small boy that held the door for me the other day in the store...astounded because you don't see this much anymore. Raising a husband can be both wonderful and worrisome. I marvel at the things Trevor picks up from his Dad, what a great influence Trevor can drink up-Dad! Trying daily not to squash the enthusiasm of a spongy 4year old mind is sometimes a struggle. As Mr. T is "helping" me cook in the kitchen I am thinking,"His wife is going to love this someday" while tyring hard not to be disturbed by the mess he is making as the ingredients he is stirring is flying all over the kitchen or while helping his damsil in distress mommy "load" the groceries in the cart saying to myself again "Really, I am raising a hero here" while worrying about the sound of "clean up on isle nine" as eggs could any minute be crashing to the floor. "I will not squash his enthusiasm, I will not squash his enthusiasm..." Wife, wherever you are, HE is the potter, Trevor is the clay!
Off to make an egg sandwich for the little hero now...gotta keep him growin'!
