This week’s memory verse:
It always happens when I tuck him in…when darkness settles, he always catches a spark of light.
“Mom,” he asks. “When you were young, what kind of special gifts and talents did you think God gave you?”
I pause, feel that familiar ache—the one for the little girl—and consider my answer. What to tell a boy whose every unique talent is celebrated by his mother and father and grandparents…and, yes, even his brother. Would the truth sound too harsh? Even to my own ears?
I take a deep breath and plunge.
“Well…nothing really,” I say, soft, like the way I touch his face. “I never felt there was anything special about me. It was…the way I was raised…the way my family made sure we all know we are equal in God’s eyes…”
He is quiet and it does sound harsh, so that little girl in me tries harder.
“And this is true, you know? He loves us all the same. But…he made us each unique…and the Bible tells us he gave us all special gifts. So…it was just a…a misunderstanding.”
He is quiet, so I ask the question that I know is on his mind.
“What special gifts and talents do you think god gave you?”
He doesn’t hesitate, he’s thought this through.
“I think he gave me creativity,” he says. “I just don’t know what to do with it.”
“Well,” I say. “You can do a lot of things with that.”
“I know,” he says. “That’s the trouble. There are so many things I can do. I just don’t know what he wants me to.”
I smile in the dark, thinking how quickly he has gotten here–how his mamma still struggles with this very thing. Suddenly, his arms are around me.
“Oh, mom,” he says. “I do think you have lots of gifts.”
I try not to, I’m supposed to be further along than that…but that little girl wants to know. I’m asking my 13 year old son: “Like what?”
“Well,” he says, as he hugs me tighter. And he tells me. Some of my gifts.
I giggle self consciously–like I am 13.
“It’s true,” he says.
And I realize that it doesn’t even matter. That the little girl is quiet…maybe sleeping. And that this 13 year-old boy? He sees. He sees because he has been seen.
And that is worth celebrating.
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