Since having him back with me, after him being up in Cape Cod with his dad for 19-days at the beginning of summer. I have so enjoyed his company. He really is wise beyond his years, an old soul and I love him so much.
My first love.
Sometimes I find myself so quickly to put Hunter off because I am busy with something in the house, baby needs my attention or I am just physically and mentally spent. Hunter has never complained. He has been so patient with his sister, and with me, and probably way more than a boy his age should have to. When I say "put off" I mean simply by telling him to "hang on" or "not right now" kind of put off. I am not saying that he goes with out being noticed or loved.
Now that I cleared that up.
Hunter has such a sweet and tender spot for babies and animals. He is just one unique and special young boy.
He is already a hopeless romantic kind of guy. Meeting girls every where he goes and almost always finds one that he crushes on and talks about until your ears want to bleed. I am thankful though that he does openly talk to me about girls right now. There may come a day (although I hope not) he will not want to talk to me about this stuff. I want to do my best so that he will always feel safe to talk to me about anything. Knowing that I will not judge him or make him feel uncomfortable in anyway.
The week before last he attended a camp. This was considered a "fun, go be a boy" kind of camp. He does so much with sports throughout the year and summer that I decided this year he needed to equally have time to let loose and be a kid and just go to a fun camp. A camp that allowed him to explore, be outdoors and not have so much expected out of him.
He loved it so much that he has begged me to let him attend again next year. Or maybe a little girl named Autumn had something to do with that?
Anyway, at the end of the week they handed out awards. Can anyone guess what award Hunter may have received?
"BEST AT SPORTS" award. Yeap! But at least he was having fun and doing what comes natural to him, without having coaches or his dad on his back. Put the "fun" back into sports and you get a kid that is just naturally very talented and athletic.
He (as he should be) was very proud of this award. Part of me wonders if he was so proud because often it seems as though he and his dad are always butting heads over sports related stuff, that Hunter never feels as though he is 'good enough' at times for his dads liking. His dad is also the coach of the hockey travel team that Hunter is on. I think winning this award gave him some reassurance that he is that good, and something that could make his dad proud of him. Regardless, I am proud of him and for him with this award.
If you recall, I mentioned a couple of months ago about Hunter talking about salvation and wanting to be saved. I never updated on that because as time went by, I let it be, seeing if Hunter brought it up again on his own, to make sure he really meant all that he was saying to me. I wanted this to be between him and God. Not something that seemed like it was being force fed down him to do. So I haven't mentioned it to him since that last time.
On our flight to Texas last Monday, Hunter out of no where says to me "mom, do you ever do weird things in the shower or think of stuff while in the shower?" "Ummm, where you going with this son?"
Hunter, "I asked Jesus into my heart and to be my savior while I was in the shower. I want to be baptized, but only baptized in front of the people that work at the church and friends and family that we know."
"WOW Hunter, that is wonderful news. I am so excited." As I secretly want to cry and just give thanks to God for an answered prayer.
I always feared that Hunter would become confuse about his faith because of his dads view on things. I always feared that Hunter wasn't getting enough church time or bible time traveling so much with hockey or at his dads every other weekend. I feared I wouldn't be a good enough example or role model for him as a Christian person.
Some how, some way, my son has really grown into his own understanding of faith and has taken upon himself as a young boy, and said a prayer in the shower on his own, asking God to be in charge of his life.
(Now I am crying!)
I still remember the day I said that prayer, and I was only a year older than Hunter. I remember that prayer, where I was and the weather that day. He will remember this prayer and the place (a shower) all his life as well. At least I hope he does.
He was so proud that he couldn't wait to call our pastor (whom is like an uncle to Hunter anyways) and tell him the news. He couldn't wait to tell my parents when they picked us up at the airport. And often throughout the week last week, he would say things to me like "its okay if we die today mom, because I know where we are going." or "I hope Michael Jackson took that step and Ill meet him in heaven one day."
See what I mean? He is wise beyond his years.
I find myself learning so much by being his mother.
He has this way about him. He knows how to comfort me when I am feeling down and knows when to push my buttons or give a good debate when he wants something.
The other day while sitting at the airport, across the way was a book store and there was a book titled "God is not great." It started up a conversation between myself, Mark and Hunter. Each of us giving our thoughts on why a book like that was written. While at one point I kept trying to speak, but Mark kept talking and talking over me. Sorry honey, I am ratting you out here. HA! I got a bit frustrated and said "forget it" on whatever it was I was trying to say.
Hunter noticed that I got a bit annoyed and asked me to tell him what I wanted to say. At that point I didn't feel like saying it. I was being a kid, pouting and sulking. Hunter was being the adult, and he says to me "please say what you were going to say, its going to be a part of my life and my future, so I need to know what you feel and have to say on this." Talking about this "God is not Great" book.
He quickly got me to smile and over my annoyance, and had me back into the conversation. One that was important to him, and mattered to him, probably more than I will ever know. Next time I will just need to eat more, so I can be a little more patient with being talked over. HA!
Isn't that awesome though?
I ended up having some great conversations with Hunter about salvation, and its almost like the day I heard the words "discharged" for Morgan's cardiologist checkup back in April. Hearing my son tell his prayer, in the shower, on his own, melts my heart. His words keep repeating in my head, and I keep smiling with joy that I must be doing a little bit of something right. I get that flutter in my stomach just thinking about it.
This week Hunter is back to attending hockey camp, and wants to be baptized this weekend, so I hope we can make that happen for him. Then he is off to Cape Cod for another 19 days with his dad this Monday.
Did I tell you that I love him so much already? Just in case you didn't read that or you didn't really HEAR me, I LOVE HIM SO MUCH, and apparently his sister does too.