Sacred Life Sunday: Small Miracles
My 9 year-old son, Noah, erupted into the house from baseball practice. He was obviously in mid-interaction with my husband, Alex, who was still in the garage.
”Dad. Dad. Dad!” Noah called over what sounded like rumblings of lecture. Noah’s hand became a stop sign aimed at the garage door. “Dad, hold on a second! I hear you! Okay? I got it. It’s a school night, no friends over. I hear your no, okay?”
A muffled “Great!” came from the garage and then nothing.
Noah approached for a hug. I couldn’t resist commenting, “Wow, nice job of hearing Papa.”
Noah said, “Yeah.” Then he squeezed me tighter. “I’m sorry I didn’t hear your no earlier today, Mom.” I squeezed him back, ”It’s true, you didn’t. Thanks for noticing and saying sorry.”
He pulled away and threw me a grin, “Everyone says you gotta fight fight fight to get what you want. Sometimes it’s hard to know when to let it go.”
Amen.
