Joey for Prez

My oldest son is an amazing, frustrating challenge for this opposite personality mom. He resembles a lot of his grandma with his Dad, grandfather and myself mixed all around. Everything that you can pick apart from his personality can be connected to each of us, but well his Gma gets first dibs for sure! In learning about him I am learning so much more about her. Well that and in my own increase of years I am understanding more about why she did things she did. It is harder and harder to say I am nothing like my mother. As long as I take the best parts though that is just fine:) I love her very much and cannot imagine life without her around but it is an interesting tradition of most women to not want to be "just" like their mom. I sooo have digressed. Back to my son oops!
Last night upon making my rounds from child to child we chatted. This is not unusual, he in fact has went from a don't touch me syndrome to enjoying a nice back rub and certainly a snuggle on the couch during any TV time he likes. He however has stopped hugging Daddy for quite sometime and turns the manlike touching into a wrestling match. He is a boy and this is a normal bent, boys are so much more physical than girls. Well, in a rough kind of way that is. Needless to say kissing on the forehead or cheek while at home has remained acceptable, and hugging that too works at home. But last night not so much, I inquired a hug from him as he moved about getting himself settled for the quiet reading he does before bed. I am pretty sure a mysterious force lit a fire under his behind because he growled and pounced like a starving creature. Since I am still young enough and physically able to get down on the floor with my kids I let this take the course he intended. Lucky for me I am still stronger, though my time is def waining in that area as well. Once on the ground and slightly receptive to my win he allowed me to hug him and darted to bed. A kiss on the forehead met with a growl and goodnight. *sigh* times are a changing!
This morning while driving to school, him adjacent to me in the passenger seat was humming along to the song. We have committed to listening to Joy FM in car rides to school because it actually plays music and God should be the focus for the start of our day. Here is the song if you care to check it out, it has a wonderful message!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CvSwcMp9vU4

I paused to translate the songs message after the part about the stopped at red light noticing the car next to him and giving money etc. I did not mention poor simply being aware of others and how we can help bless people with what we have because God will continue to bless us. In absolute Joey fashion he paused never turning towards me and responded, "If I were President I would build a shelter for the poor, feed them and give them warm clothes and find them jobs." So impressed with his thought to meet needs, but the fact that he was also wanting to empower them to not remain poor I complimented him on such. He paused again, inspired I suppose. "I think I will run for President. How old do I have to be?"
I love that kid even when I don't get him because he is exactly what God has called him to be. I pray I am lead to help him be what he is designed for not what I know. These are the things that carry a mom on day to day, these pockets of perfection!