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Monday, December 6, 2010

One Thousand Gifts . . .

We stand in the kitchen and argue about the wirecutters he found in the dirt pile.  Coated with rust and mud.  I feel guilty I can't seem to manage to keep little hands away from Daddy's tools.  Some days are long and difficult and full and I just don't see.

So I twist the guilt.  Lay the blame on him for not giving his little man some old tools, anything "real" to touch and play with.  He's too smart for the toy tools, I say.  I go one step too far -

If you really cared . . .

Why do we do that to the ones we love?  Guilt is too heavy on our own shoulders so we pass it on.

They leave to go do man's work and two hours later my baby son walks in with a tool kit from the hardware store.  Sealed in the difficult plastic and dragged with its weight.  Mind and hands ready to work beside Daddy.  Excitement on his face.  It's weal tools, Mommy.

He looks at me and grins.  I tease him and say, Guilt giftHe shrugs.  He's cutting it open and I continue to tease him, wanting to know where my guilt gift is.  He shifts his eyes to mine with the same look that melted me years ago when I decided there was no other man for me. 

They work side by side all day - till naptime.


My gratitude list continues . . .

when words aren't needed

forgiveness for too many words

rusted wire cutters

dirt piles

'weal tools

yellow hard hats

'penders

silver handled hammer

tape measure - 'tirty-nine, Mommy

messy chalk lines

shirtless,  I'm a wourk man, Mommy

little brown hair sticking up from plastic goggles

oreo smiles

dirty little fingernails

scars on a thumb half its original size

little tool belts

bluejeans hanging

adjustable pants tabs

refurbished butcher block

My list, #'s447-465.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Sweet...yes I am crying!

Drawing of me losing my cool courtesy of budding artist, Izzy.


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. . . put on a heart of compassion, kindness, humility, gentleness, and patience. Colossians 3:12