As I was tucking my boy into bed last night, his thoughts turned to girls. Well, one specific girl to be exact... His wife. I was a little shocked because my boy is still a card-carrying member of the "girls are gross and weird" club.
Our conversation is below:
The boy: Mama, I'm worried about my wife.
Me: Your wife? You're only ten, why are you worried about that?
The boy: What if she can't cook or doesn't like to eat interesting things? You know how much I like good food.
Me: Yes, I know.
The boy: What if her parents don't like me?
Me: Oh, buddy. They will like you. How could they possibly not?
The boy: What if she doesn't know how to tickle my arm just right or is terrible at scratching my back? What if she hates music and doesn't like it that I play drums.
Me: I can see you are really concerned about this stuff. What brought this up?
The boy: I don't know. I just started thinking about it and got worried. Would you pray about it?
And so I did.
I prayed for a wife that is a good cook and an adventurous eater. I prayed that her family would adore my boy and treat him just like he was their own. I prayed that her back scratching skills would be the envy of everyone. And most of all, I prayed that she would love my boy just the way that he is... drumming and all.