My car drinks oil like I drink water.
A few weeks ago, Ben and I traveled to Tennessee and South Carolina on a 12-day trip that took us to visit friends and attend a homeschool conference.
Knowing that we would need to keep a close eye on the oil, and probably add some along the way, my husband spent time teaching Ben both how to check the oil level and add to it, when necessary. Of course, I know how to do that, I’ve done it for years. But Ben had no idea that I could both check and add oil.
So after the first leg of our trip, it was time to do the first check before we headed out that morning. My little boy suddenly turned into a man. You could see his chest puff out as he popped the hood, grabbed a paper towel and pulled out that dipstick.
I grabbed my camera.
“Half a quart low,” he announced.
Since we were going to be driving quite a ways through the mountains, the decision was made to go ahead and add some oil. “I’ll do it that, Mom, you just wait in the car. It’s ok, Dad showed me how.” So, I did. And he added the oil.
He was very proud. He was taking care of his momma.
He can be crazy hyper, silly, disobedient, and childish at times. But for a moment, I had a brief glimpse of the young man my boy is growing to be. It really was about being chivalrous for him. And it did this momma’s heart good.
Children are a gift from the Lord; they are a reward from him.~ Psalm 127:3