Little Will and the Clan

Momma and newborn Will

Momma and newborn Will

Just because I think he’ll have to be a wrangler to handle those wild animals that this little guy has been adopted into, I got him a pair of baby cowboy boots and a bandanna bib.  He was only 5 pounds and some ounces when he joined us, but I’m expecting the little guy to grow… and grow fast.

He was graced with some mighty tall and fine looking parents.  Good parents that just couldn’t quite take care of him, so they searched and searched and found just the right set of parents they wanted their little boy to know as his very own.  And this set of parents came with a herd of youngins that would love him and cuddle him and play with him, and, I would suspect, even someday fight with him.  A family.  A good family who had prayed for just the right son to bring into their fold.

cousins

cousins

One of these days, sooner than we like, he will be sitting on the couch with the Illinois cousins and his two sisters and big brother. But for right now he’s very content to be snuggled by whoever wants to grab hold and snuggle.

snuggling

snuggling

one happy Daddy

one happy Daddy

Our little guy is just that right now:  little!!  We have been used to his big sister who also comes from tall genes and looks four instead of barely two.  And she has been used to the limelight and the attention, so when Mawmaw asked her if she wanted little Will, her answer was a firm “No!”

just fine without a baby smaller than me, thank you very much!!

just fine without a baby smaller than me, thank you very much!!

The three-turned-four-child household will be going through a lot of changes this year.  A big part of those changes is from our little Will joining the clan.

What a great change!!

such a cutie!

such a cutie!

 

 

A Serendipitous Epiphany

Now and again I have a wonderful serendipity.  And very rarely it coincides with a fantastic epiphany.  Actually, I could probably count on one hand the serendipitous epiphanies that have occurred.  I blogged about one epiphanic moment already.

But the one episode of a fantastic epiphany that I remember as though it were yesterday occurred many, many years ago when my children were young.  It was during the time of year when all the leaves were off the big elm tree right outside my bedroom window, leaving it naked and exposed.  As I sat on my bed worrying about my children, for whatever reason I had to worry at the time, and praying about them, I got out my Bible and began to thumb through it, reading a Scripture here and a Scripture there.

And there it was.  In black and white.  Written from ages ago.  A piece of wisdom so important it should be recorded in the Word.

“Children are stupid.”

OHMYGOSH!!!  I remember looking up at the naked elm tree and thinking, “That’s right.  Children are stupid.”  They act the way they do because they are just plain old downright stupid.  Why else are we instructed to train them up in the way they should go?  How else can one explain some of the really stupid things they do?  Especially the very nanosecond that the parent has told them not to do it.  

The relief from that epiphany was profound!  The giddiness of realization in that serendipity was almost euphoric!

Although I have looked and searched and searched and looked through the Bible, different versions, I have never been able to find those words ever again.

Was that an epiphany just for me?  A serendipity moment with God? All I am absolutely certain of, it was a moment I will never forget.