You Do it for the Kids...

My husband commented as we pulled into our directed parking spot, "It's weird, I never understood why Parker would spend his weekend finding things that he thought the boys would be into.  I thought you should just make your kids fit into whatever you want to do...which is mostly to drink beer and watch t.v.  But now, I get it.  It's totally fun to do stuff that the kids like to do."

"I know," I responded, "it's why parents go crazy at Christmas.  You don't actually care if your kid has whatever toy you got him.  You just can't wait to see him all geeked out on Christmas morning."

So we spent the morning looking at trains.  Big trains, old trains, new trains, and life size toy trains.  I never thought I'd spend so much time looking at trains without a word of complaint.  (In fact Tommy was probably more geeked out than Monster)

We do it to see his excitement at being allowed to climb on the back of a real. train.  We do it to see his smile as he waves to those already on the train, and those standing on the side as he takes his tide.  We do it because for the rest of the day all he can say is "choo choo!"  We do it, despite, and maybe even because of the melt down that happens when we finally return home instead of back at the "choo choos."

And it makes me wonder what blessings God is excited to give us.  What joys and treats and happy moments he so lovingly creates with the sole purpose of seeing our smile, our excitement, our joy.  Does he get excited as we do?  Does he smile and chuckle and endure what would ordinarily be mind-numbing boredom exclusively to make our joy complete?

I hope my expressions of joy and happiness and gratitude make it worth it for him.  I hope he smiles at my laughter and happiness and enjoyment of his gifts.  I am reminded to let myself be geeked out about life's blessings.  If only to make God smile.