He was perfect - 9 pounds and 2 ounces of utter bliss. When he decided to make his debut into our world, he did so in just under an hour. He was walking at nine months and talking before that. As he grew, a pattern began to emerge.
It became obvious that he soaked up everything around him…especially everything he heard. I also noticed that as he honed his communication skills, I developed the innate ability to sense when something untoward was about to exit his sweet little mouth. In fact, it was an uneasy – hair standing on the back of my neck – silent alarm that warned me to take evasive measures -- to move him to a safe distance -- out of ear’s reach. Unfortunately, most instances found him out of arm’s reach.
This particular day we were in the grocery store. He was such a good boy! He sat under the shopping cart, quietly playing, as we moved up and down the aisles. I noticed, after about the third aisle, that we were meeting the same elderly lady moving in the opposite direction. Each time she approached us; she would lovingly look down at my little miracle and nod at me as if to say, “Never have I seen a more precious child. What an awesome mom you must be!”
As we rounded the end of the fourth aisle and once again headed toward the little lady, she paused and waited. The suddenness with which the unease came was almost shocking. Not unlike a wave of nausea, it hit me full on. She was looking directly at him. A quick glance at him revealed that he had not noticed. A surge of relief started up my spine… and then she spoke to him.
Inside I was saying, “Keep walking lady! Don’t make eye contact!” Sadly, she was not picking up the vibe I was putting down. That is when my world went into slow motion. She dipped her head down and looked him directly in the eye and said, “My, what a sweet little boy.” It was too late. I was too far away from him and too close to her to run down the aisle like a runaway train. Instead, I watched as he stuck his beautiful, little two year old blond head out from under the cart and with the clarity of a future preacher said, “You a old buzzard.”
This was another swoon moment for me. Can’t really remember what I said, if anything, or whether or not I paid for my groceries, or if I simply left my buggy with the elderly lady before hitting the front door. The one thing that was screaming through my head was “WHERE DID THAT COME FROM?!”
And then my mind was drawn back to the previous day. My sweet baby and I had been in the car headed for the mall when an elderly gentleman almost side-swiped our vehicle. I was furious that his inattention could have hurt my precious cargo! Without thought I shouted, “YOU OLD BUZZARD!”
The ride home that day was unusually quiet. I explained that what he had said was wrong, because what I had said was wrong. That day, Humility and I became intimately acquainted. Although sometimes unpleasant to be around, I have a way of bringing us back together.
Funny how God has a way of making things abundantly clear.
…but set an example for the believers in speech…1 Timothy 4:12