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Alex reminded me before lunch today that I am the “Kingdom of the family. Because you’re the tallest.” He’s pretty sure I’m in charge. I told him that I am not… Jesus is the King of our family, and we listen to him. Then he told me, “Well, you’re the king of us, the kids.” And I said, “For a little while. I get to try and show you the best way to live, as best I know how.”
Then I continued, “But, later on, when you’re old like me, then you get to make your own decisions…”
“Yeah! I can do anything I want!” he interrupted.
“Yes, based on hopefully the good foundation that I have given you, so you can make wise choices.” I continued, “Then when you’re old, I won’t be your “king” anymore. But hopefully, you can be my friend.”
That made him smile. A few moments later he started dreaming about this adult relationship with Dad. He said, “Maybe I’ll get married… and we’ll live in the house next to the Toneses (our next door neighbors). And of course you’ll be my friend… cause I used to be your son!!!“
At that point, I assured him that he’ll still be my son, I just won’t be his “king”. 🙂
Then he concluded with, “And I’ll come visit you every day!”
Alex is too cute. 🙂