Thank You Wyatt

I want to thank my precious little man for helping me see my wonderful blessings this week. Through his simple little actions he reminded me to slow down and see what is really important.  I had two interesting experiences with Wyatt this week that really touched my heart.

Tuesday, Wyatt went outside to play with his toys and asked me to join him.  I told him I would as soon as I finished the dishes.  Sadly, my reply always seems to start like that to his request to play.  "Ok, Wyatt, right after I do..."  And especially now, when gravity is so much against my big ol' body.  If I'm standing, let me finish as many things as I can.  Because once I sit down, I'm never getting back up!  As I finished up the last few dishes, I looked outside and saw Wyatt sitting on a chair with a pencil and a notepad, very involved in some type of conversation with an imaginary figure or two.  I rinsed the last dish, and went outside into the amazing spring air and sat down next to my little man, still very involved in what he was sharing with whoever was listening.  After inquiring about what he was doing and asking a few key questions, I sat and just listened.  Wyatt had drawn out in his notebook this amazing plan for a carnival to support the Boy Scouts (we had just helped Byron with his Boy Scout Summer Camp Fundraiser the weekend before).  He was sharing and explaining his plan to an imaginary group of workers.  As I listened more, he and his "crew" were having a planning meeting, trying to figure out how to provide ice cream to the entire carnival.  The plan included lasers, which always makes everything exciting, and blue prints, and that everyone needed a "responsibility" (his words).  I think his explanation went on for at least 10 minutes.  And I just sat, and listened, and agreed, and marveled at the brilliance of my little boy, who wasn't acting so little.  And so thank you Wyatt for making me sit, and be still, and feel blessed to have you in my life.

Wednesday was another amazing moment with Wyatt that made me so emotional, tears came to my eyes, making me so very grateful I was wearing sunglasses!  These contractions I have been having are turning into doozies, and so my poor dogs and child haven't been able to go out for our daily walks, to reduce the risk of going into premature labor.  Its been a challenge, because I'm starting to notice a behavior difference in Wyatt, because he hasn't been able to get out and ride his bike and get as much exercise as we used to.  Well, with not much to do that day, I figured if I could go grocery shopping the day before for an hour, then I could handle 20 minutes of leisurely walking through the park.  This is when I recognize how blessed I am to have 2 well behaved dogs that do a great job healing as we walk and listening to commands.  They do not pull me or bark at all.  In fact, when we walk by other dogs who are going crazy, pulling thier owners' arms off trying to get to us, my dogs just look at them like they are nuts!  So even though Duke might get into my garbage can every night looking for chocolate wrappers, I still love him.

Back to the mushy stuff.  In the park there is this hill on the trail.  I hate this hill.  Its very misleading, because it doesn't look that steep, but it can be a doozy.  Even at my best physical shape when I would go running 4 to 5 miles (did I really do that?  Seems like a million years ago, sigh.), this hill would kick my butt!  Needless-to-say, when Wyatt rode his bike up this hill, he'd do his darnedest to make about 3/4 of the way up, and then I'd have to give him a good push to help him finish the rest.  So, on this morning, as we approached the hill, I told Wyatt, "I need you to do you very best to get yourself up that hill by yourself, because I'm not strong or fast enough right now to help you.  Do you think you can do that?"  To which my son replies, "Yep, Honey (yes, he still calls me Honey), I can get up that hill all by myself!"  and with that determination, he took off.  I was about 1/4 of the way up the hill when Wyatt reached the top.  Then my 5 year old gentleman parked his bike by the side of the trail, and came running down the hill, saying, "Here Honey, take my hand, and I will help you up the hill."  And his little hand took mine, and gently held it as we walked up the hill together.  Tears started welling up in my eyes (as they are right now) as this sweet boy provided me a service that he did not have to.  It was a moment of pure love that my body and soul must have really needed at that moment, and how blessed I am that Heavenly Father inspired Wyatt to give it.  All I can say is that I am so very blessed to have this guardian angel in my home, in my life, in my heart.  Thank you, Wyatt.