I took my kids to my sister’s beautiful renewal of vows at my brother’s lakefront property. It was a gorgeous setting and as I stood with family and friends in a prayerful circle around the happy married couple I leaned over to my Mom, “Do you see Kainoa anywhere?”
I had misplaced my son.
I glanced quickly around the legs of those nearest me.
I discretely lifted my head from it’s bowed prayerful position and scanned those across from me.
My sister nudged me and pointed to the windows with her eyes and that’s when I saw my son’s head bobbing around my brother’s house. He was turning knobs on a stereo system, but by the time I tip toed over to him, his hands were in a package of dinner rolls.
Just making himself right at home.
I snapped my fingers and pointed to my side while whisper yelling, “get over here now!”
He gave me that look that said, “I’m happy in here and I will not come to you and if you make me come to you I will scream and cry and disrupt the vow renewal happening outside and you will look like a horrible mother who cannot control her children. Is that what you want?”
So I grabbed a handful of dinner rolls and coaxed him to the patio where he proceeded to sit cross legged next to the barbecue grill.
I spent the rest of the afternoon keeping that boy in check and when it was time to leave I said goodbye to my sister, commented on what a handful he was and then we both watched him trip while walking up the stairs to our car.
I rolled my eyes.
“Of course he’s tripping while going UP the stairs. See what I mean about what a handful he is?”
We both laughed at his clumsiness.
And then I turned to follow.
And then I literally tripped going up the stairs behind him.
You know, just in case it was unclear who that boy’s mother was.