So, the other day, I was attempting to express my mad grocery shopping skills out with the boys, who were tired and hungry. I knew that our time would be short, so I ran through a Taco Bell and got them a Cheese-Roll-Up (aka: the biggest waste of money). I was desperate. It’s a tortilla wrapped in cheese. The end. I could make it with a fraction of the cost, but desperate times call fro desperate measures . . and they love them, so that made it worth it!
Side Note: I had a list of things I needed to purchase, because I was hosting my (first ever) Tastefully Simple party. I needed about 5 pounds of cream cheese (slight exaggeration) and a few odds and ends, one of them being beer. We were making their famous beer bread. I have been told you can add other carbonated drinks, but had no idea what kinds to get, so I just took a deep breath and bought a stinking can of beer. yuck!!!!! I had no idea what kind, size, if there were different tastes . . nothing! I just bought the cheapest one I could find and went with it.
So, as I am standing in line (after countless ‘Stop it, James!’ and ‘Get off the cart James!’ along with a couple of ‘Don’t do that again, I mean it!’) I had Peter help me load things onto the belt. There was an older woman standing behind me. I have found through the years, that the older you are the more understanding you become (at least in a grocery store) and she was complimenting me on how cute my boys were. Before I could even get out my reply of gratitude, James speaks up, in his squeeky sarcastic voice, “Are you kidding me?!”. I rolled my eyes, corrected him, apologized – just for her to say. “Ahh . . yes. I have a ‘James’ ”
I thought maybe she was just creating her own category using ‘James’ as the subject, but she was actually being honest . . she has a son names James and he was exactly like THIS when he was younger. She shared a couple of stories about him, which were frightening familiar to my James’ young life and we laughed. She looked at me with a twinkle in her eye and said, “Just to give you a glimmer of hope . . MY James is a doctor now!!!”. I smiled, thanked her for her encouragement and finished bagging my groceries.
Who knows? Maybe James will be a doctor someday. Maybe a firefighter. Maybe a Pastor. All I know is that he’s going to be something great. With his exploding personality, hard-headed will and behavior challenges, he’s got to be something important!!! I just know it!
It just goes to prove . . . everyone has a ‘James’ in their life! 🙂