Defining Our Children

There are events in our lives that define us. Change us. Make us better. But today I'm left wondering is perhaps sometimes God creates events that help us define our children too. Undoubtedly He does, and I'm pretty sure that's what happened in my life today.

Around noon, I was driving home from a friend's house. My mind was on getting home quickly and getting children in bed for their naps. When the tire pressure light came on the truck, I pulled off the highway. I was still hopeful that the tire pressure was just a little low but knew that by the feel of the truck as it came to a stop that I wasn't going to be that lucky. I went around to the passenger side of the truck, and my heart dropped a bit in dread when I saw that the tire was definitely flat.

I've changed some tires in my life. You couldn't be Larry Thorn's daughter and not know how it's done. And you probably couldn't be Larry Thorn's daughter and not believe that you're perfectly capable of changing that tire by yourself. So I got out the car's manual to see where the spare was located and where the jack should be placed. The manual suggested opening the hood to signal to a passing police officer that you need help. I raised the hood, but continued about my business of changing it myself. That business included taking out two strollers, a bike, and a kid carrier backpack and placing them on the ground beside the truck so I could get out the tools. I'm sure it was quite the spectacle to people driving by.

Getting the tire down from the bottom of the truck proved tricky although I had it figured out when an old, beat up car stopped behind me. An older gentleman got out of his car and said, "I saw you on the other side of the road, and something told me that I needed to turn around and help, so that's what I did." His name was Gilbert, and he pretty much told me to stand back while he took care of the tire. Changing the tire was not easy for him. He was older, and it was obviously taxing for  him. I pitched in when he got winded, and together we got the spare on. I didn't really know how to thank Gilbert. All I had were my words of gratitude.

Thirty minutes after pulling over with a flat tire, I was back on the road and headed home. Driving time often is the perfect time to think. It wasn't long before I started thinking about the fifty cars that passed without stopping to help. What made Gilbert different? And ultimately, what can I do as a mom to make sure Jack and Luke are the kind of people who stop to help a mother and her children on the side of the road?

I'm pretty sure helping others is something we teach our kids. I remember last winter Jake called me on his way home from school on an icy Friday. He told me that he had just stopped to help pull someone out of the ditch. I know for certain that Jake's dad, Kevin, would have done the exact same thing and probably has several times. So what can I do that teaches my kids that helping others is the right thing to do? I'm now on the lookout for opportunities just like that.

For now, discussing what happened today with Jack will have to be enough. Telling him how nice it was that Gilbert stopped and how Mommy is pretty sure she would not have been able to lift that heavy flat tire into the truck by herself will have to suffice. But somehow and someway, I am determined that my children will be the ones that see others in need and stop to lend a helping hand even if I have to teach them myself.

Jack's First Movie

This morning we took Jack and Luke to their very first movie. From here on out I am going to refer to it as Jack's movie because you've already been reading this blog post for longer than Luke (and John) stayed at the movie. Anyone who knows Luke very well knows he doesn't put up with being held for longer than a nanosecond. Luckily, John's parents live near the theatre, so they played there instead.

So, Jack and I went to see Winnie the Pooh at the historic Franklin Theatre. It was an awesome experience. While we were waiting for the movie, they showed a picture show of the reconstruction work being done on the theatre. I swear this was like a bonus feature for Jack. Guys in hard hats with tools... super exciting! Since the theatre doesn't play many kids movies, we only had to sit through one movie trailer. That was nice. It was pretty funny watching Jack try to sit on one of the seats. He isn't big enough, so the seat kept on folding up on him. Needless to say, he ended up sitting on my lap. That only made the movie better for me. :-)

I really enjoyed taking Jack to his first movie. I think when other appropriate movies come along, it is going to be a Mommy and Son tradition. Maybe next time we'll even get popcorn. :-)

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Grandma's Heart

Grandma Jane has a huge heart. She has always been one of the boys' favorite people. Jack is a little older, so his love can be expressed in words. At least once a week he asks me if we can go see Grandma. Who can blame him? She makes cookies with him, keeps his favorite treats stocked in her pantry, buys him gifts, and sees only the very best in him. I had to laugh the last time we visited. Soon after we arrived, Jack had to sit in time out for pushing Luke. Later, I asked Jack to move Luke's high chair back into the dining room. Luke got in the way, so naturally Jack just plowed him over. I was out of sight, but Grandma was quick to explain that it was an accident. We all know it was not an accident, but who is going to argue with Grandma? 

Luke smiles some of his biggest smiles for Grandma's benefit. To me, Jane is also very special. Mother/Daughter-in-law relationships can be complicated. Some of that difficulty can probably be attributed to the daughter-in-law comparing her mother-in-law to her own mother. Since I don't remember my mother, there can be no comparing. Instead, I see Jane as the closest I'll ever have to a mother. Phone calls women would normally make to their own mothers, I make to Jane. Just last week, I noticed that Luke's color was off. He looked a little yellow. I suspected that the cause was all of the carrots that I've been feeding the little guy, but of course I panicked thinking that something may be wrong with his liver. So Jane got a phone call. I just absolutely love the woman. 

On Wednesday, Jane had heart surgery. Her aortic valve was defective and had to be replaced. I've said lots of prayers that Jane recover quickly. I hope you'll join me. If you'd like to send her your well wishes, you can find her at http://www.caringbridge.org/visit/janeseaton.

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