Trust

Lennon and I went for another walk today and we stopped at "his" ice cream store for a treat. He was very clear before we started that he wanted to go there and not to "Gramma's store." Even as we were walking, he was concerned that we not veer off and end up at the wrong place. His faith in my honesty was pretty clearly shaken. When I need him to do something, I am capable of getting it done honestly.

Good lesson for me. Never again will I play with his innocence by tricking him into doing what I want. I still have the power of a god in his eyes and that carries a lot of responsibility with it. I need to use that to show him the greatness of his world and to teach him trust.

So we walked along the rock and stone walls of our neighborhood, marveling at the flowers and talking to the people we met along the way. Today he was intrigued by the dandelions. He wanted to know why they were called lions?

After close inspection we decided that maybe it is because they look like a lion's mane. He even asked one of the ladies we met what she thought! The only awkward thing is that people always think he is a little girl with all those curls. I wonder that they believe I would dress a little girl that way, ball cap, red hiking jacket that is very boyish, black and white tennis shoes. He is boy all the way through, but southern sensibilities say nobody would allow a little boy to have all those long curls! He doesn't correct them, so neither do I.

Lennon is fully aware of his world. He forgets nothing! If being called a girl doesn't bother him while we are discussing more important things, who am I to change the subject?

One more lesson for me.