We would teach him to eat
teach him to sleep
teach him to walk
teach him to read
teach him to drive
teach him to clean a toilet
teach him to love
teach him to be a man.
What I didn't realize was how desperately I needed my little son to teach me.
Today we were out walking around our little town. I mailed a birthday package for a friend. Bought some groceries for this weekend. Then somewhere between the cookie aisle and the checkout counter, I could hear the little dude filling his diaper. Lucky I planned ahead and brought extra, but since our small town's grocery store doesn't boast of a handy diaper-changing station we headed to the modern-day library to find one.
As we walked, I was humbled. How many times in life do I find myself sitting in a mess.
A mess of unfinished projects
A scary prognosis
Instead of patiently waiting for a resolution, I squirm. I cry. I complain. I ask Why me?! I usually act worse than my two month old son who was patiently being carried along. Patiently waiting for me to rescue him from his mess. Patiently watching the passing cars and the sunshine on the trees. Patiently trusting that he isn't big enough to fix things on his own, but there is someone who can.
So today I'm thankful for my little man who is currently teaching me more than I am teaching him.
He is teaching me what it means to patiently wait.