Yesterday while sitting at my trusty information finder my oldest son came to me and said mom, my hair is on my ears and it needs trimmed. I nonchalantly said ya I noticed; what do you want me to do about it kid? He sais mom can you please cut my hair? You have to give him praise for saying please, great job kiddo. I chuckled softly and whistled through the air momentarily pausing trying to find the right answer to his perplexing question. See there are a few things you need to know before we go any further with this story. One, ever since he was a little boy I have cut his hair. So by now he should know how to operate the razor. Afterall he's been watching how many years? Two, in an hour from now we have to leave for his meeting. He shouldn't be late and his hair needs to be up to code. Three, this young man has been reading, playing, and sleeping all day. Four, he knew that he had somewhere to go this evening and he should prepare well in advance. And that brings us to number Five. Because I have harped on him so many times about preparedness!! Not at the last minute either but early on in the day preparedness! Actually all these things I said to myself during the pause waiting for the right answer. Then I looked at him, sternly and deeply into his not so patiently waiting eyes and said with a slight smirk on my face, do it yourself kid! He wasn't expecting that answer. No indeed not! He stumbled backwards as if my words had glanced him. He got this confused look on his face and his mouth hung open stuttering a quiet yet audible, uu.uuu.hhhh. I said are you all right kid? Ya mom, um, you want me to cut my own hair he sais looking as confused as a termite in a yo-yo. Ya kid, do it ur-selfer! You have seen me do it oh a zillion times! The razor is in the pantry and the mirror is in the bathroom. Just plugg'er up and zip to it! Are you serious mom, he sais stunned like and still looking wildly confused? Ya, did you hear me ok kid? Now get going ya hear or you're gonna be late! He hesitantly turned around and left my room still lost in a daze. Well about 10 or so minutes later he comes back to me and I had to stifle the laughter. He has this bald spot here on the one side of his head and another weird shaped one on the other side. I so wanted to fall out of my chair and howl!! Instead I said nice work kid let me see ya a bit, turn around. I stared at his mess while pretending to figure out what to do next. I gave him a few pointers. Now shave this, this, and this over here. You'll look great!  Out he goes with a little more confidence. Which he wouldn't have had,  had I laid on the floor and howled with laughter instead. Moms you have to give it to us for being so in control of our emotions. Way to go, Mom! Ya, right... Who am I kidding?! 10 or so minutes later he shows back up and it looks as if he has nearly missed his eyebrows, lol! That's it I couldn't help it! I chuckled and said you're doing fine kiddo. Now do this and this. Off he goes again. I waited 5 whole very long gut wrenching minutes. Then I went into the bathroom and admired his handy work. I offered my services to help him finish and when I was through 5 minutes later he didn't look so bad. Not bad at all, kid. Of course while I was in there I chatted to him about the fact he was old enough and needed to learn to do this himself and I would be happy to assist him if he needed me to. I also spoke to him about the fact that in life we need to be prepared at all times. Not just for a special meeting but the fact we need to be looking ahead and be prepared for what comes next. So we don't stumble and falter around or wait until things become a big mess or are out of control. Then I gave him a big hug and playfully smacked him on his behind as I was leaving and said now get a spit bath to get that hair off ya or you're going to be real itchy tonight. Hurry up we gotta go kid!!

You know what!? I think God is like that. I think sometimes He sais, "Do it ur-selfer, kid." And then leaves us to grow and learn. But He never truly leaves us He's always there guiding with a comforting hand when we need it and when we ask for it. He's never truly out of our sights as we are truly never out of His. He's always watching. He's right there and when we need Him all we have to do is reach out and take a hold of His hand or call His name. Thank you God for being there for me when I needed it and when I didn't think I needed it. Thank You for always watching over me. Thank You for loving me.

Mrs.Carrot