My Son, Abner.
What do you see?
Mr. Mischief. Mr. I-am-in-my-own-World. Mr. Ja-Mama (but I am just nodding my head – don’t really know what you actually said).
Brussels, Belgium – Eating Belgian Waffles
Also, Mr. I-am-full-of-Life. Mr. I-am-full-of-Laughter. Mr. I-would -do-anything-for-the-People-I-love. And many Things more.
So, yes, he is often in his own little World. Most of the Time, I am unsure, if he heard a Word of what I was talking about. But he never ceases to amaze me. He often proves my “View” of him wrong. And, may it be his Age, his Innocence, or whatever (personally, I think it’s just who he is), he has a Heart that is Pure and Kind.
Most of all Abner is Full of Compassion.
I need to continue to learn from him.
Here is one of his Stories:
Brussels, this Summer. What a beautiful City!
Belgium, Brussels © Miriam Pinkston
That Day we happened to stumble upon the Coronation Day of the New King. It was extremely crowded. It was hot. I was very pregnant. We were walking a lot because after we stuck around the Parliament Building a while to see, if we could spot the New or Old King, we were trapped in a Crowd with no Way out, it seemed. It was frustrating to us Adults, but the Boys were Troopers.
“Let’s try this way.” “Nope, maybe this way.” “Look, there’s an opening to cross the Road!”
We. just. wanted. to. get. to. Mannequin Pis!
Once we finally got out of the Crowd, we made a Pit Stop at the Main Train Station. Got some Water. Used the Restroom. And so on.
I took the Boys with me to the Restroom while Grant waited by the Stroller. Since we’re in Europe, we had to pay to use the (clean) Toilets. Earlier Abner had found a 2 Euro Cent Piece and he wanted to use it to pay. Disappointment washed over his Face when I told him that that was not enough, but I’m sure we’ll find something we can use it for later (I was thinking something like getting Ice Cream and he can “help” pay…). He nodded.
We finished and started walking again.
On the Way out of the Train Station there was a Street Musician who was playing the Violin. Abner looked up at me and said, “I want to use my money here.” He pulled out his 2 Cent Piece and pointed into the Direction of the Musician.
I told him that was a great Idea and walked a little that Way with him to encourage him.
He walked in a straight Line towards the Violin Player.
Then, all of a sudden, he veered a little to the Left.
And he proudly handed his Coin to this Man.
Man, startled by a Five-Year Old
As Abner walked back towards us, I had a lump in my Throat, Tears in my Eyes, and a heavy Heart.
I had not seen that Man.
And was it not I, who recently posted a Picture on Facebook from our Trip to Haarlem, Netherlands, where Abner was giving a Coin to a Street Musician and I commented:
It was that Thought that immediately came to my Mind and I felt ashamed.
Yes, I grew up in a city where there were Beggars everywhere and my Opinion of Giving to them is complex, but this Man did not have his Hand outreached, nor did He have any kind of Sign asking for Anything. He had not asked for Anything.
And yet, Abner felt compelled to give Him the only Coin he had.
It reminded me of the Story of the Poor Widow, who gave as an Offering all she had – to glorify God.
As Jesus looked up, he saw the Rich putting their Gifts into the Temple Treasury. He also saw a poor Widow put in two very small Copper Coins. “Truly I tell you,” he said, “this poor Widow has put in more than all the others. All these People gave their Gifts out of their Wealth; but she out of her Poverty put in all she had to live on.”
It’s not completely the same Thing, I know, but I truly believe Abner was giving his 2 Cents Piece out of the Joy of sharing his “Wealth” with those he thinks might need it.
Of course, once he was back were we were standing and I looked down at him, he was confused as to why I was crying and I told him it was Hormones… lol
But really it was Awe of the Heart of my Little Man, it was Shame of not even having noticed that Man, it was Shame of the Memory of what I wrote previously on Facebook, and it was Pride for Abner.
I asked God for Forgiveness for my hardened Heart as I remembered Jesus’ Words:
I am grateful that it is my own Child that can teach me so much about the Life I should Live and the Heart I should have.
Children truly are a Heritage from the Lord and a Reward:
Children are a heritage from the Lord,
offspring a reward from him.
Like arrows in the hands of a warrior
are children born in one’s youth.
Psalm 127: 3-4
If they are my arrows, then I am truly blessed!