March 22, 2005

• I feel like I’d better fulfill my promise to give y’all a story.  About Carson.  My sand-paper child whom I dearly love.  The first 11 months of his life he was just about the happiest thing you ever knew.  We quipped about how he knew how to be content whatever the circumstances.  He still has that quality and knows how to make the best of a situation.  He’s a good shrugger.

  So, funny story #1:  We were visiting relatives in San Diego in 1987.  It was Christmas time, we’d been in several different homes.  Road weariness was descending upon us all.  One evening Carson blew a gasket.  I took him back into a bedroom and we had a “talk”.  Carson’s eyes were shining fiercely and intensely. Three years old, he announced, “I’m serious at you.”  Trying to keep a smile off my face, I asked him to repeat what he said.  “I’m SERIOUS at you.”  Well.  Obviously, there was a gap somewhere.  “Are you seriously angry, Carson?”  “Yeh, I’m SERIOUS.”  Oh-kaaay.

  It took a while for me to make the connection.  He was mimicking me!!  Whenever I gave a command that was reeeeeally important I would annex it with the little phrase, “..and I’m serious.”  His little mind saw my face and translated that word in a way that made sense…anger.  It’s incredibly humbling to see your sins manifest in your children.  Lord, have mercy.

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