We spent a day at the lake yesterday with some old friends, the best of friends. While we were there, my oldest man, after hours of trying, caught himself a turtle. He was so excited. He kept saying, "I can't believe I caught one! Right out of the water! A TURTLE!"
He begged and he pleaded to bring it home. "He loves me Mama! He WANTS to come home with us!" This, as that poor creature writhed and sputtered and was passed around from hand to oh so excited hand.
My guy wasn't real thrilled with me for insisting that the turtle be returned to his watery lair, but he understood.
We just don't know how to care for a turtle, and we have no interesting fish or logs or algae treats or other turtles to make him feel at home. Our home is just not very lake-like, unfortunately.
I was so proud of him for letting go. He was crazy about that turtle, so amazed by the miracle of having caught one all on his own, so it was HUGE to put it back in the water, of his own volition, and watch it swim away.
Later, in the car, he said, "Well, I guess that was turtle number one of my life."
Such optimism. He's prepared to count his many turtle blessings, even if thus far, "one" is as far as he gets.
Aren't kids amazing like that? He truly believes that stretched out before him are wonders and blessings untold. Tomorrow, there will miracles at least as astonishing as the ones he received today… maybe even better.
There will be more turtles. There is no question in his mind.
He's so smart, that boy.
I'm going to take my cue from him today. I'm going to expect that life is life… there will be bills to pay and the economy to worry over, towels to fold and groceries to buy, arguments to settle, scrapes to soothe, tears to wipe, but there will be turtles too…!
Right out of the water.