This is starting to get tricky. My boys are just two peas in a pod, and as the school psychologist told me last week, “They’ve got a good thing going, and don’t want anyone interrupting.”
I’m a writer. I like to talk A LOT. I love to engage with others, and be a part of a problem-solving experience, or a deep emotional conversation. But I’m now stuck in my own problem and can’t talk my way out of this one: I have a 3-year-old who is incredibly smart, almost too smart for his own good.
He and his brother have formed an alliance and without even knowing, I’ve been kicked out of it. (I mean, I thought we were the Three Amigos. Guys? Hello? Guys?)
Watching them play and communicate is amusing and honestly, completely astonishing if you pay close enough attention. They direct each other, they discipline each other, they encourage each other, and are constantly in communication. Constantly.
Because of that, we are not. They are tricky and now I have to get Knox in some kind of “communication education.” The funny thing to me is that he communicates, and like his mom, is actually talking “a lot.” Just not in ways anyone but Maxwell understands. Good grief you two.. help a mom out here.
So, it is what it is. They are my highs and lows, my best and most challenging, my every day and every night. I love them, what’s the phrase? “To the moon and back.”
Especially with this situation and life in general, I’ve been feeling God’s peace and grace so much lately. I had resisted that still voice knowing Knox needed some help for quite a while. (Of all people, it was my unassuming brother who helped me through it. Love him!)
Anyway, my husband and I went to a concert this weekend. Christian artist TobyMac told the audiences the stories behind a number of his songs, one of which was Speak Life. He said it comes from a quote in the book Abba’s Child by Brennan Manning. Manning says that a person can either offer life or drain life with their words, nothing in between.
TobyMac said that idea stayed with him a long time, and after hearing him sing the song Friday night, wow, did it mean something else and resonate with me too. During the show, he explained how he used to believe most encounters were just meaningless, transactions, every day life. But, now it’s always an opportunity to speak life, to change a day, a heart, with one word.
I know there are many times I don’t speak life, and I get excited or anxious. I’ve prayed earnestly for that the last couple days, for the Holy Spirit to get to me before I speak.
But I’ve also realized that speaking life isn’t always being meek or mild. It may mean tough love, or a encouraging “get your butt in gear” from a friend. I’ve experienced both many, many times and now know I’ve been blessed to have been spoken life to for 35 years.
So, I hope that Knox starts to develop strong language skills and I know he’s so excited to start school. We’ll be doing the early childhood screening soon, right after the holidays. It’s a good thing, but most importantly, I want to teach him to speak life and God’s love. He is a child that has changed so many lives already, and I get goosebumps just thinking of how he’s spoken to us all, without a single word. He and Max are gifts. They have brought families together; they have warmed hearts and just yesterday, Knox sweetly offered his quarter to the lady checking us out at a local gift shop. Just because, without a verbal communication. A “Merry Christmas” and a speaking life gesture to her.
Here’s a link to TobyMac’s song if you’ve never heard it. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZeBv9r92VQ0
And after you listen, please pray for me and these tricky Irish twins I’ve got here! They just came in from helping Daddy and Grandpa shovel corn by the bins. As much as they won’t talk to me, they LOVE to work! God appreciate that too, guys. Keep it up!