Neighborhood mom

It's Monday morning, so you know what that means...time to load up my car with neighborhood boys and take them to golf. Just in case you were jealous that I am getting to be home this summer, sleeping in and hanging out, while you're going to work...don't be. At 7:00 this morning, I had just gotten out of the shower and was rummaging in the kitchen for something when the doorbell rang. Did I forget to say I was only in my panties and bra? I knew it was a little boy (golf doesn't start til 8:00...what the heck is he doing here so early!!!), so I yelled "DON'T get the door!" In response I heard Hillary saying "Oh, hi. Come on in." All I can say is being too busy to put away your clean laundry can be a blessing at times. I managed to grab a tshirt and pair of jeans from the laundry room and wiggle them on before he came around the kitchen wall. Whew! He went downstairs to make himself at home til we were ready.
Forty five minutes later, I am driving through town with my backseat full of cologne, hats, big feet, and boy bragging. The conversation ranged from "My mom makes me wear a cup to play baseball now" to "My church is right up here. I want to get baptized, but I'm afraid I'll drown."
These boys seem very at ease with me. And as much as I complain sometimes...I'm glad. I know that God put me here...in this house...in this neighborhood...in this car...for a reason. He did it for my son, and the other sons who live on our street. This is an important time of growing and transformation, and I have the opportunity to help shape lives and attitudes. So I keep my fridge full of snacks, put up with stray bikes and dogs in my yard, try to ignore the smell of boys in my basement, and give lots of attention.

"Let the children alone, don't prevent them from coming to me. God's kingdom is made up of people like these." Matthew 19:14 (The Message)