The Measure of One's Life

"They fit all of his life into seven discs! That's short."

Caleb's current audio book is on the life of Benedict Arnold. A lot of the stories he has been listening to are eleven discs in length.

"How many discs do you think it would be if they turned your life story into an audio book? Eleven?"

"Yeah. [Pause, moment of thought.] No, thirteen."

The boy has aspirations. I have always said he needs more than one life to live in order to do all he hopes to.

Tough Jobs Call for Rough Languange

After not playing with his Playmobil for months, Caleb had finally pulled them out again. I was on my bed semi-distracted (painting my fingernails) as he had a game of cops and robbers going nearby when I suddenly heard:

"Get in the car D*** it!"

"Caleb, that's not something to be saying."

"Why not?"

"You know how we've explained that words are like knives. Well, that one is like a sharp, sharp knife. It's not for everyday use. It may have its uses, but it is certainly not for play."

[This is a concept that we got from the book "Loving the Little Years" by Rachel Jancovic.]

"Well, what can he [the police man] say then?"

"How about 'Darn it'?"

"Well, that doesn't sound like a real police officer. This is a realistic game."

Melting Mama's Heart

On our annual road trip to Leavenworth (enjoying the gorgeous autumn colors along the way), we were talking about beauty.

Me: "What comes to your mind when you think of beauty, Caleb?"

Caleb: "I don't know." (No surprise here.)

Me: "What's the most beautiful thing you can think of...that you have seen?"

Caleb: (without missing a beat) "You."

Debt Free Living

Over lunch I think I burst Caleb's bubble by explaining to him that Papa doesn't actually own his house but rather that the bank does. And it's pretty much that way for most people.

He will not be one of those.

"I could live with someone while I save up enough money to pay to build my own house. It would take...maybe two years. We [I'm pretty sure he was meaning wife and kids] would live with a friend, someone we know pretty well who wouldn't mind. Beothan, maybe! That could probably work."

I got the sense that in his mind this friend would have already gone through this process of saving and building and owning free and clear and I can only say, in light of that, his choice made absolute sense to me.

I GUESS I Knew This Day Would Come

"Are you adopted?"

Silence.

"Is he adopted?"

"Yes. Why?"

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"Did you tell them I was adopted?"

"Yes."

"WHYYY?!?"

"Well, they asked, and I didn't know there was any reason not to."

"I don't want them to know!"

Insert broken Mama's heart here. Delete rest of conversation that followed.

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If you have ever stumbled into the use of the term "real Mom" around me, you have probably found yourself in the presence of what is known as a Mama Bear. You may have left licking a few wounds. The thing is, I cannot imagine how Caleb could feel any more like my "real" child if he had crawled out of my womb. In fact, there are days that friends and I ask each other, "are you sure I didn't give birth to this child?"

And I think somehow, from that place of "real" mothering, I let myself slip into the naive fantasy that we could somehow avoid those potholes (or will they be ravines?) of wrestling with the reality of how Caleb came into our family. How others will engage that but really more importantly, how Caleb will settle that as he finds his true identity.

My hope and prayer for him is that who he is in relation to Joseph and me is never the most significant thing about him. And as he looks to his True Father, he will see that we are all like he is: adopted, desired and delighted in.

For you did not receive the spirit of slavery to fall back into fear, but you have received the Spirit of adoption as sons, by whom we cry, “Abba! Father!” The Spirit himself bears witness with our spirit that we are children of God, and if children, then heirs—heirs of God and fellow heirs with Christ, provided we suffer with him in order that we may also be glorified with him.

~Romans 8:15-17

But now thus says the , he who created you, O Jacob, he who formed you, O Israel, “Fear not, for I have redeemed you; I have called you by name, you are mine. Because you are precious in my eyes, and honored, and I love you,...”

~Isaiah 43:1, 4a 

Real Mom (aka MOM, MAMA, MOMMY) - the one who has been raising him, and FIGHTING FOR him, all his life

Real Mom (aka BIRTH Mom) - the one who gave him the gift of life and chose a forever family for him

Hebrews 4:12-13

"For the word of God is living and active, sharper than any two-edged sword, piercing to the division of soul and spirit, of joints and marrow, and discerning the thoughts and intentions of the heart. And no creature is hidden from his sight, but all are naked and exposed to the eyes of him to whom we must give account."

We have started having Caleb copy down the main points during the sermon with the hope of helping him to engage worship. It's obviously a learning curve because the focus for him is pretty much his penmanship more than the content of what he is actually writing.

So you can imagine my surprise when in the midst of copying off the main point yesterday, he was tracking so much with what the pastor was saying that he blurted out this appalled response:

"I get angry. So I'm a fool?! That's dumb. That's a insulting word! That's insulting to the WHOLE CHURCH!!"

I ended up giving him the option of setting his clipboard aside if he agreed to listen closely. He chose that option, of course, and later had this to say when the topic was the industriousness of the ant:

"The kind of ant I want to be is an army ant...actually, a fire ant, they are defensive."

You've Heard of the Song That Never Ends...

"There's an everlasting wedgie! I gave myself a wedgie and it's everlasting and I don't know how to get it out of here."

Good luck with that one, son.

What's in a Name

Caleb JOHN* Andrew

When we were childless, asking God to gift us with a child to call our own, I read and "connected" with every story of barren women in Scripture. But the one that spoke to my soul the most is the one of Elizabeth, the relative of Mary, the mother of Jesus. And not simply or even primarily because we share a name.

It was this passage that jumped off the page at me as I was reading it one day:

     ...you shall call his name John. And you will have joy and gladness
     and MANY WILL REJOICE AT HIS BIRTH, for he will be great before
     the Lord.
     ~Luke 1:13-15

I knew there and then that if God ever gave us a son, he would need to share this name because I knew that indeed many would rejoice at his birth.

What I didn't know at that point is how much delight he would bring to many throughout his life.

Depending on where you look, the Hebrew meaning of the name John is something along these lines:

     YAHWEH is gracious
     graced by YHWH
     Jehovah has been gracious, has shown favor
     God is gracious

Indeed He has been gracious and shown favor...in too many ways to count but Caleb JOHN Andrew is certainly one of the big ones.

And he has shown His favor to him. My prayers for this boy have been many but as the passage in Luke goes on, I certainly pray this will be true of our son:

     And he will turn many...to the Lord their God, and he will go before
     him..., to turn the hearts of the fathers to the children, and the
     disobedient to the wisdom of the just, to make ready for the Lord
     a people prepared.
     ~Luke 1:15-17

 

Jesus knew who we needed in our family and we cannot imagine our lives without this passionate, clever young man. He is so different than either of us and we love that. He has forever changed us and for that we can never thank our Father enough.

I am beyond curious as to what his "white stone" name is (Revelation 2:17). But that is for him to hear from Jesus.And I wouldn't have it any other way.



*Two Side Notes:
1) This is not to say the other two names don't have their own significance. This is just the one on my mind today.

2) This is also a name he shares with many in our extended families. I am sure I will forget some if I try to list them all, so I will simply mention the two closest: his Papa John, of course; and his Uncle Nathan John (his Daddy's brother). As a side note to the side note: he shares a middle name with an uncle on each side: Uncle Stephen Andrew (his Mama's younger brother) is a part of the significance of his second middle name.

Mamarazzi

Mom: "It's not like you're so famous, that you have to worry about having your picture taken."

Caleb: "I'm GOING to be famous by the time you take thousands of pictures of me."

He might be on to something. :)

All In the Name

While enjoying a rare "off-restriction" treat:

"I didn't know cheese pizza had this much cheese on it."