Mama was taking ME to the Pediatrician today. Infected cut on her hand may be complicating her virus recovery. Weak immune system thing. So, Mama, ME & John Mark did a little shopping before Doc. I met them at the Docs office to take JM home just before noon.
Raiding the fridge at home this hungry Daddy says, "I'm gonna fix some lunch." JM's toddlerspeak, "I wuhn to eee luhn too-ooo, Dah-dee!" Fix me a sammy. Fresh lunchmeat. Sharp cheddar. Good stuff. Fix my boy a quesadilla. Cheese only. Microwaved. Easy stuff.
JM is my linebacker toddler. The boy can eat. 3/4s of his quesadilla. A dozen cherries. Dad knows we need fruit. And a few bites of Dad's sammy too. Did I tell you the boy can eat?
About then his Mama calls. Doctor went well. Going to get Rx. What are we doing?
"Just ate lunch," I said.
"John Mark ate again?" Is the not-too-surprised Mama question.
"I didn't know he ate the first time," I reply looking to see if my boy's belly is bursting.
"Yes, he had SEVEN McNuggets at Walmart. What'd he eat this time?" Comes the not-surprised-at-all-now Mama question.
And I told her the story I just told you.
My boy was hungry.
My boy ate.
My boy didn't tell me he'd already had lunch!
Had to ask myself. Am I hungry? Like Mary Elizabeth with a sickness that keeps me from wanting to eat? Or like John Mark who can't get enough?
And, what am I hungry for? What do I come back to the table for? When I've already eaten? Can't get enough of? As the Daddy, the adult, what drives my life?
Blessed are those who hunger & thirst for righteousness,
for they will be filled. Matthew 5:6