That second child

Y’all, why is the second one always dirty? No matter how many times a day you wipe his face, he will be dirty. No matter how expensive the clothes- homeless. It’s like it’s who they are. Pigpen. 

That second one cannot be tamed. He cannot be defeated. He might be the death of me. But wait, God made him so unbelievably beautiful. And I’m certain He made him so beautiful because He knew there would be times that I would briefly consider …….wait. He’s so perfect, I can’t kill him. 

Not once but twice, he has opened the sunroof while we were in the car wash. He shot the manger of Food Lion with a dart gun. He also found the water hose in the produce section at the same grocery store. And guess what? They don’t keep it turned off. He got his head stuck in the banisters of the staircase in our home. He screamed and kicked and stomped and cried every single day of preschool last year (minus maybe 6). Seriously, he was still crying in May. He urinates in the rocks in front of church. He locks me out of the car just for fun. He is always the first to hit. He told our superintendent, my boss, he could snap his head off. That second child is fierce.

 
He is also loyal. He is loving and very picky about his circle. He isn’t selfish. He gives his birthday toys or his very last piece of candy to his brothers and sisters. His love is deep and pure. He crawls into my lap, dirty face and ratted hair, and sweetly tells me I’m beautiful. He tells me that he loves me in the most genuine way. That second one is a doozy. I’m certain he will either go to prison or run a super church one day. He is a leader. He is a doer. And I pray he finds his way. I need this little guy to learn to use his talents for good. I’m certain he will change the world. 

Whew. That second child. His passion and love help to remind me of the good in the world while his shenanigans push me to the brink of insanity. If you see us in public, I apologize in advance. For he is my wild card. And God placed him in my home to make sure none of us ever got too comfy. Hug those second ones big. God made them very special. And the love they give us is pure. And a little crusty around the edges. 

❤️ Shalom
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