When I Grow Up…

Little boy waiting in the parkDeposit Photos

I shared this as my status yesterday on Facebook:  

So I pick my son up from school and I ask him how his day was. He calmly tells me fine. We chit-chat for a few minutes and then he mentions to me “Oh, and I also won the Young GA Authors Writing Competition for the school” And then, of course, I freak out and ask him why he had waited so long to tell me. He says “I just wanted it to be a surprise.”

I’ve been thinking about my son’s decision to briefly hold onto some news that he knew would bring his mom joy. He knew it was good news, yet he waited to reveal it until he thought the timing was right.  He waited in hopes of making it even more special.

I don’t know but, when I was 10 years old, I’m not sure I would have waited to share happy news with my mom.  I think the words would have been tumbling out the moment I plopped down in the seat next to her.  The more I thought about this last night, the more I decided that when I grow up, I want to be more like my son! 😉

I’ve never been good at keeping exciting news to myself.  I am so glad it’s traditionally the guy who presents the engagement ring to the girl. I think back to  when my husband asked me to marry him. Had the roles been reversed, I don’t think I could have waited until after dinner while we were walking along the waterfront at sunset.   I would have seen him and been like:

Hey, Roger, you wanna see what I have in my pocket?
I have something in my pocket for you.
pause
Did I mention I have something in my pocket for you?

Okay, so maybe I wouldn’t have been that bad, but the point is,  I’m not good at waiting for the perfect timing.   However, my son’s delivery yesterday makes me want to get better at this.  He took something that was special and found a way to make it even more memorable and special.   I like that.  The move was thought out. The move was deliberate.

These few moments with my son yesterday reminded me of the importance of being intentional. When we care about someone, we take the time to make the interactions we have with them as special and as significant as we can.   In an effort to love others, we carefully choose  what we say, how we say it, and when we say it…or at least we should.   

Today,  let’s remember that we have the ability to make the interactions around us even more memorable and special simply by the choices we make or don’t make.  Let’s keep our eyes open and find creative ways to show others that we care about them.

3 thoughts on “When I Grow Up…

  1. Anne

    But just the fact that YOU are spontaneous makes you all the more GENUINE!! … And all the more SPECIAL!

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