This week we took our sweet little Teddy Bear puppy to the vet for her pre-op appointment. In October, Miss Gracie will be spayed. She is being very brave about it and the Tiede family is so proud of her. (That’s not the topic of this post, however. It’s just a little background information.)
When we went to the vet only Caleb, my youngest son (5), wanted to tag along with mom and the pup. I secretly think he was only after the candy that our vet keeps on the counter. As soon as we arrived, he asked if it was up there (he was too short to see that high) and announced that he would be waiting for Gracie and me when we returned from the appointment. “I’m big now. I’ll wait here.” I’m sure those little wheels were spinning in his head while he plotted his strategy for getting the candy.
It wasn’t long into the examination when the cute little receptionist (complete with a stud through her tongue) poked her head into our room and asked if Caleb could have a treat. Ah, ha! Clever boy.
Gracie and I made our way to the counter to pay and found the receptionist giggling. Apparently, Caleb had won over his sugar momma with stories. She learned that he had two older siblings at home. However, when she commented that he must be the “baby” he promptly informed her that he was NOT the baby, Gracie was the baby. Then after a slight hesitation he said, “But I’m the cutest.”
Now, I would never say that one of my kids is cuter than another, but I will say that if there is one of my three who is most apt to be a comedian, it’s Caleb.
Tonight I’m delighted by the fact that God has a plan for each one of us. What plans He has for my children is a mystery to me and I’m okay with that. Will Caleb enterain others when he’s older? Perhaps. Will Kadi be a journalist as she aspires to be? Maybe. Will Ben conquer his speech issues to serve God in ministry? I don’t know. But I know Who does. I love that.
If you had asked me as a child or even as a young adult what I would be doing when I turned 40, never in a million years would I have guessed that I’d be speaking, writing, mothering, wife-ing (Tee-hee-hee. Yes, I know that’s not a read word), homeschooling…
What I do know is that I have adopted a line from Erma Bombeck and I pray that my children adopt this attitude one day for themselves.
When I stand before God at the end of my life,
I would hope that I would not have a single bit of talent left,
and could say,
“I used everything You gave me.”