ARockHoundKid is born.
The Music Man dad asked Ryland what he was going to do when the kids started coming to his rock club.
"I don't know. I don't have anything to do but look at rocks!" He answered emphatically as though to say, "Duh! What else is there to do in a rock club dad?"
So if you're in the neighborhood, keep your eye open. You just might see a boy or two out there in my driveway, hunched over rocks, pounding them with hammers and lining them up in neat rows. And if Ryland has his way, there will be a sign that says:
Rockhound Kid Club meets here. Rocks for sale. Geodes five dollars.
We'll see how it goes.
In the mean time, Connor is anticipating starting Majors and trying to trust his parents that his current 4th grade stresses will pass. I think he's got a lot of pressure to perform. I wish I could take that away from him. I'm almost 40 and I'm still trying to turn myself from the self-centered path of performing for others' approval. I'm trying to at least help him during this time to see that he doesn't need to impress me, he just needs to do hard work and listen. I'm concerned for him. Like Solomon prayed, I'm praying for wisdom to make right judgments. I wish I could wave pixy dust over him and all would be well. But that's just now how it works. And so I present my requests with thanksgiving and beyond understanding there's a visceral assurance inside that says Connor's heilsgeschichte is being worked out even now. Even in this.