I sat on the living room floor putting the new bed frame together.
“I’ll help you Mommy!” says a little voice.
Eight years old and eager to use the tools.
I was in a rush. I had a lot to do and I needed to keep the pace going.
But he gave me the look. The you’ve-been-working-on-the-room-for-a-week-and-ignoring-me-too-much look.
“Here, you hold this part still while I screw these pieces together.”
“Mommy, I can screw those screws in for you.”
I’ll admit it. I wanted to get this job done. I didn’t want to wait for an eight year old to turn a dozen screws. I was about the task of getting this job done.
But, I thought, HE is about the task of becoming a man. And I need to stop and let him.
So I waited while he intently screwed in each and every screw.
I bragged on what a great job he did.
I thanked him for being such a big help.
He showed his accomplishment to each person that walked through the room.
I have to work hard every day to keep it all in perspective.