We picked the boys up from their Sunday school class and were walking down the crowded hall with the all of the other families. Isaac was a few steps ahead of me and another child from his class (we’ll call him Stinky) walked next to him. Stinky looked at Isaac, pulled the Dum Dum lollipop from his mouth, looked up at his mom, and said, “I don’t like him” (pointing at Isaac).
I was stunned at this punk kid. Stunned at his punk mom, who didn’t seem nearly as horrified as she should be, seeing as she wasn’t horrified at all.
For a second, I thought that Isaac didn’t even hear what he had said.
But then, Isaac stopped walking and leaned down so he was eye to eye with Stinky. He put his hands on Stinky’s shoulders and said, “Well, I still love you!!!!”, then he trotted off happily down the hall.
Whereas my first response was anger, indignation and frankly some (probably unfair) judgment directed toward Stinky’s mom, my son was the perfect picture of Christian love.
This motherhood gig is relentlessly humbling.