Little boy boots walking through the garden, in the grey early morning light.
I turn over in my bed and see his blond head,
out the window, beyond the Morning Glory vine.
It's more than a son wanting the nearness of a father, working side by side.
It's his inner man, his hard-wiring;
All heart and soul and mind.
Watching him lift and dig and haul,
Is like watching deep magic work its way out of a soul.
And it's glorious, there beyond the Morning Glory vine.
Morning Glory, a tribute to my 3rd born son
By Wendy Speake
We have three boys, each one so very different from the other. The first, an extraverted-creative with a deep well that longs to be filled with truth. He plays the guitar and infers radical things from big books, and talks about everything he thinks and feels. Our second born is an introvert, an engineer, a builder. He thrives on two hours each day alone in his room, imagining possibilities. Our third born son, now six, is a worker. A hard worker.
There's much talk in parenting circles today on the importance of knowing our children; their unique talents and personalities, love languages, and skill sets. Today I begin a three-part series on the individual children God saw fit to give us.
These aren't how-to posts, just conversations from my Living room about who I'm discovering each child to be.
As I share maybe you'll be inspired to think about the special talents bound in the precious little hearts there in your living spaces. To recognize their love languages, personalities, and the possible steps you might take alongside them, to usher them down their own unique paths.
Asher - 6
Asher is the Hebrew word for I am happy. And he is. He came out of my womb smiling. Nurses, coming on each new shift, would stop by our room and say, "I just have to meet this baby who already smiles." My husband's nickname for Asher is "Happy".
Asher is most happy when sweat is literally dripping from his brow. He'll drop his shovel and run around to find each brother, yelling, "Look how it drips from my hair when I jump!" And he'll jump up and down til sweat falls in drops. Each one a triumphant splash of autonomy, for this is who he is!
He's been this way from the beginning, even in the way he learned to walk - so purposeful and sure. Walking was more than literal steps... they were metaphorical steps to get him to where soil needed toiling. By four he was hauling downed branches up the property to the top of the hill, past that Morning Glory vine.
His dad would see me then, watching from the kitchen window. I'd smile and he'd nod. Because we both saw it. So evident. This was Asher. Finding joy in hard work!
The credit for this life is not ours to take, though the apple doesn't fall far from the paternal tree. But no amount of modeling a father's work ethic inspires the other two to jump from their covers, pull on work pants, and run outside to find a shovel.
At six Asher understands innately the joy of a job well done - while his brothers watch Saturday morning cartoons. No, the credit isn't ours. We are simply entrusted with the awesome task of loving him and encouraging Him in the way he is to go. What an amazing responsibility.
I believe that quality time together is the primary language of each one of our children, and possibly most young children. Lucky for this little dude, time spent beside his dad takes no effort on my husband's part... except of course when he'd like to get the job done quickly and without teaching breaks.
Then, when Asher has showered and put on fresh clothes, I am the one he comes to for more love filling. He wants "dates" with me! All my boys love dates with their Mama, but Asher thinks every time it's just us two... it's a date. Even today when I took him into a gas station to use their bathroom he whispered romantically, "This is a date, just you and me, cause my brothers are in the car."
I find his romantic view of time with mom just another piece of the masculine picture that is my son. The work, the sweat, cleaning up and then coming to mom for dates. Recently he asked, "When will I be old enough to buy my very own can of shaving cream?"
What we don't do with our son
Thus says the LORD, "Let not a wise man boast of his wisdom, and let not the mighty man boast of his might, let not a rich man boast of his riches; but let him who boasts boast of this, that he understands and knows Me, that I am the LORD.… (Jeremiah 9:23-24)
It's easy to think this kid is pretty spectacular. And he is! But we temper our praise by boasting in God; telling our son what a great job God did when making him. We point out his uniqueness and talk about ways he might make a life and earn a living with his God-given strength and endurance. We slap him on the back. Hard. And he winces. Then his face breaks open in a smile. And as the sun rises full in the sky, light shines from his eyes. Just about the time the other two tumble outside and start their day!
Therefore, as it is written: "Let the one who boasts boast in the Lord." (1 Corinthians 1:31)
I'm cutting this word picture of my littlest short right now, in exchange for real pictures from today. Three hours he worked in the garden while the other two built Legos and swam. I was inside cooking and cleaning, and his dad was off at work. Three hours! This time with a clear financial goal - because we've decided to pay him for all the extra ways he serves and works around our home. And today he needed three more hours of sweat equity to pay for the surf board he's wanted all summer. Now, on August 13th, it's his.
And he's mine.
But only for a time... and so we zero in on the uniquely beautiful ways he's fearfully and wonderfully made as a means to point Him onward in the way he should go.