My six-year-old son, Jared, was thinking about the future the other day. He turned to me and said, "When I'm a grandpa, I'll show my kids the two houses where I used to live."
Then he goes, "I'm just going to adopt. I AM NOT getting married."
I tried to explain that when he's older he might change his mind.
"But I don't want to leave you. You're just so...so...pretty."
Yeah, he melted my heart right there. Especially since I'm not feeling too pretty. I'm feeling fat, tired, out-of-shape, down-in-the-dumps. Yet, no matter what, the kid thinks I'm pretty. That's kinda the neat thing about having kids. They really do see us through a different set of glasses than the rest of the world.
Also, I was watching The Discovery Health Channel a couple nights ago, and there was a show on called "Woman With Half a Body" who was born without any legs and yet gave birth to a healthy baby. When you watch something like that, it just puts things into perspective. We waste so much energy worrying about wrinkles, fat, and other stupid, insignificant physical details. We are so much more than what we look like on the outside. But it's so difficult for most of us to see that. We judge so much superficially.
And yet, my son does see the real me. He isn't distracted by body weight and wrinkles. And having him here to remind me, is a real gift.