Being the mom of an eight year old boy gives me an interesting job description at times. This week entailed squished, smeared, lightning bugs and boogers just to name two things. Immediately the ‘EEW’ radar goes on for most, but I’m writing this with a huge smile and a chuckle.
I had a migraine…ALL WEEK LONG. OTC meds had me pain free for awhile but feeling very foggy- almost like I was in a tunnel. The little things even took a back seat in life. By Friday night I’d had more than enough and decided to do what I should’ve done from the get go. When I had yet another sleepless night I grabbed my phone and lay there in the dark with one ear bud listening to my Bible app read the Psalms to me. I heard about 50 chapters but already began to feel comfort after the very first one. Theres a lot about David’s pleas to the Lord that calm and reassure me to my core. Saturday morning I woke up (I had finally fallen asleep sometime around 4 am) knowing my head felt different. The ache had broken and all that was left was tired remnants.
Friday evening we had chased lightning bugs in the yard. Catching them one by one we temporarily caged them in a bug box to watch them glow. It was a necessary summer night activity that I enjoyed, but would’ve liked much more without the oppressive headache hanging over me. It had to end. I had missed enough smiles already. Why do we wait to bring something to God until we just can’t take it anymore?
Upon releasing the little critters I discovered the fate of one poor bug smeared on the porch boards.
“It would be cool if they were all different colors!” thought my boy outloud. I envisioned a rainbow of smeared bug guts on the porch and answered “what if we fed them food coloring?”
“Would that work?”
“Well, no. But that’s a funny thought” I had to smile whether I felt like it or not.
By Saturday night the smiles were much easier to come by. It’s a good thing because that nights conversation had me laughing out loud. We have a little devotion time before bed and while I was reading aloud I noticed him picking his nose. He was headed to his mouth with it until he saw me looking at him.
“I saw that! You’re busted” I said with a knowing smile.
“What? I wasn’t gonna. It wasn’t a good one anyways!”
Hesitantly I responded with “what do you mean a ‘good’ one? They’re all yucky!” (not really sure I wanted to hear the answer at this point but I was intrigued.. .)
“No they’re not”, he says. “The black ones are yucky because they’re the dirty ones.”
As opposed to….?
He reassured me the white ones were clean and much tastier. At this point I’m disgusted but laughing and yelling for his dad. Maybe he could convince this boy how gross this bad habit is. To borrow a word from a dear friend (you know who you are) ‘hoart’.
Oh the little things in a day that I can’t help but smile at. Someday I’ll haunt him with this post…and I’ll re-read it myself as a reminder to not let oppression of any kind hold me down. While I’m fairly certain it isn’t God’s desire we eat boogers or kill bugs for fun- I know Hed rather us be able to laugh at the prospect than to be too worn down to smile at all. I know He wants us to give our burdens, all of them, to Him.