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Eggs for your Birthday

June 19, 2011

“Hey, Cal can you write those Compassion International letters before dinner. I want to mail them off tomorrow,” I yell into the music room as the pasta steam gives me the housewife facial. The baby claps her spoon and sippy together as Mer peekaboos from beneath her highchair tray. Ash and Zim park-it smack in front of the fridge discussing current events such as, who lost the Lego Jedi head as they sip water which evidently was from a good year. How can anyone hear themselves think in this dinner rush of a family of nine?
“Both of them??” He looks lost as he weighs the two booklets in either hand.
“Yes one for you and the one for the baby…just consider that boy yours too.” The sauce starts to spit and burble flicking little red freckles on my white wall. I fling him a look , daring him to ask me any more questions and just to get on with it. Doing the right thing isn’t always blue glitter, I think to myself as I line up seven little bowls. Sometimes doing the right thing is just annoying…but who else will do it…so you do it. What world does he live in that everything needs to be fun to be worthwhile? The clanking of forks as the girls set everyones place for dinner snaps me out of my annoyance as everyone starts to mill about, ready to eat. Tapping the books against the side of his swim suit, he turns on his heel. He got my mental message loud and clear. I hand everyone their bowls of pasta and a domino of “Amens” sound off as each child prays over their food and those who prepared it. Deep sigh out as I enjoy the simple quiet which happens after you feed hungry mouths and before they begin talking about it as if they are on Iron Chef.
I sneak off to a nook of the house, just enjoying the peace; in he walks, “Now momma,” he says with the tone of a professor correcting a pupil’s paper. My brow furrows as I turn a quarter turn in my chair. “Now momma, it says here to enclose money if it’s their birthday. His birthday is in July so…”
Well this should be interesting, I think. I wonder what he would think a boy should get? I can’t imagine what my American son would think we should give this child half a world away. Wrapped up in how I will convey poverty so Cal can understand…I miss what he said…”Hmmm, I wasn’t listening sorry…”
Now it’s his turn to take a deep breath in, “I said…his birthday is in July so I am thinking I can give him twenty five dollars.” Cal taps his skinny eleven year old chest with his fist rightly where his heart is and the force of it brings tears to my eyes. “I made thirty dollars selling my chicken eggs at the organic stand this week…So I will give him twenty five of my earnings.”
“Sure sure, “I stammer trying to keep it together. Thinking of his little envelope of earnings from his first two weeks selling eggs….and he is willing to give so much away? I thought he would assume we would send the money for the child’s birthday. I thought he didn’t understand the significance of extra money going to such an impoverished family.
Cal didn’t even count this a loss…He counted this a gift. A gift he wanted to give and be responsible for. He didn’t falter, his look told me this was a done deal.
I am humbled.
There it is; Blessings aren’t always coated in blue glitter, sometimes they are hidden inside a few dozen hen eggs.

13 Comments leave one →
  1. June 20, 2011 7:28 am

    That brought tears to my eyes. Beautiful child, beautiful heart.

  2. June 20, 2011 2:20 pm

    What a special young man you have there! His generosity touches me so. And isn’t it just like us mommies? Thinking on to the next thing? It sure sounds like your hands are full. And your heart overflowing. 🙂

    • June 20, 2011 2:34 pm

      Oh you are so sweet to stop by and comment.
      He is really a great son and a good example to all of the other kids.
      Tee

  3. June 20, 2011 5:59 pm

    Housewife facial:) That’s great!
    What a servant’s heart. Great story.

    • June 20, 2011 6:06 pm

      Thanks for stopping by
      Glad you liked the story
      I am very thankful for the whole event.
      Tee

  4. June 20, 2011 10:01 pm

    And you have done well with your son as (most of the time) they model what they have been taught.

  5. June 21, 2011 12:04 am

    LOVED reading this – sweet and funny and even tear-inducing at points. Thanks for sharing this great story!

  6. Jessie Aitken permalink
    June 24, 2011 10:57 pm

    Okay wow. Love your fam…and I’ve been so blessed all week by that dozen eggs he gave me. Everytime I take them out, i think about how I hope god speaks to my kids. And there’s that one blue egg in there that stands out from all the rest. How symbolic:)

    • June 24, 2011 11:05 pm

      Oh Jessie you are so sweet for stopping by.
      He was happy to give them to you.
      You are a joy to be around.
      Tee

  7. mbrie permalink
    June 30, 2011 12:12 pm

    just reading through a few of your posts – this is incredibly touching, what a special boy you have.

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