I had a recent conversation with my wife a few days ago about our son. I had come home from work and my wife had sat me down and stated "We need to talk about your son" (Always bad when he's my son). She said that she had sent him to the store to get her a few items for dinner and while he was gone, a friend of hers saw jim in the parking lot of the grocery store. I put my head down and felt like crying. My initial thought was he was speeding and had hit someone or something, which would only push our strained relationship even further over the abyss. She then told me that her friend, without being seen by my son, had witnessed him helping an old lady, whom he did not know, put bags of groceries into the back of her car. I was floored, speechless, incredibly happy and proud at the same time. And he was not going to say anything about it. A random act of kindness that he sought no kudos or reward.
What possesses a boy who at one point will fight you every step of the way on something as simple as taking out the trash, to perform a complete random act of kindness and then never seek rewards foe that action. I would like to think that it is because of the struck calvanistic background with which I have raise him. But in reality I know that it is only the loving hand of God that compells him to righteousness and good deeds. My pride would love to take credit, but I can only give God the glory. I realize my son is growing up inspite of my attempt to keep him under my thumb. And hopefully the random becomes common as God works more and more. Good job son, Dad.
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