I spent the morning scouting out stores that have good deals on suits for my teenage son. In two weeks he will be graduating from 8th grade and it occurred to me last week that he probably shouldn't wear Adidas shorts and a Star Wars sweatshirt to the service.
So off I went to the mall in search of a suit that wouldn't break the bank for a boy who would soon outgrow it. My friends, I love to shop, truly I do, but this isn't my kind of shopping. I know nothing of suits and ties - my husband rarely wears either one. His daily attire consists of clericals which we buy online (and for which there are no good deals to be had!), and black dress pants I buy with coupons at Kohl's.
Suffice it to say, this was simply a chore to me. A friend texted me and asked me what I was up to today, and I typed a snarky reply, finishing up with an "ugh". And then I re-read my text. And erased it.
Because I remembered it was a privilege to be shopping for a son who needs a suit. To have the money to buy a suit. To have a son who has two younger brothers who can hopefully wear the suit someday. To have a son who is smart, funny and talented and will look handsome for his graduation. To have a son who is healthy and strong. To have a son who has grown so much that all of the hand-me-down suits we own are too small on him. To have a son who wants to wear a red tie and an American flag on his lapel because he loves his country. To have a son who is getting more mature by the day. To have a son who has strong moral and ethical convictions and fiercely loves his Lord.
I remembered it was a privilege and a blessing to have a son.