Presents From God

Last summer, James was in the front yard dribbling his soccer ball around and practicing his "moves". He stopped and looked up at us and said, "I have lots of presents." Being quite a few months from his birthday and even longer from Christmas - we weren't sure what he meant. "You know, soccer and video games." I realized that he meant "gift". I have said on many occasions, "James, you truly have a gift" when he tells me how far he got in a video game or when he's playing soccer. (Seriously, I don't know how many games he has finished, when I can't even get my guy to throw the damn ball - I hate video games). We told him that he has many gifts and will receive many, many more in his lifetime.

Last night, we were in the car (as we always are) and James brought it up again, "Soccer is one of my presents."

"Gift, buddy."

"Gifts - presents whatever, they mean the same thing."

He was quiet for a while, and said, "I'm your present from God - right mom?"

I told him he was absolutely right!