Why . . . Why. . . Why?

Ok - this doesn't have anything to do with our adoption - but I just had to share it! My youngest son, Jacob, just cracks me up and touches my heart so many times! Here's what I wrote about today:

Jacob, 4 years old, loves to ask “Why?” It doesn’t matter whether I start the conversation or he does – it will inevitably contain this common question. Today was no different.

While I was cutting Jacob’s hair outside on a warm winter day, we chatted about many things . . . cartoons, his toys, school, etc. But the best part of the conversation started off with a comment I made about his “crazy” hair.
“Why is it crazy?” Jake asked.
“Because it doesn’t know which way it wants to go. Some of it goes this way, and some goes that way, so I never know which way to comb it. It just has these crazy curls and waves.”
“Why?” he asked. (Here we go again)
“I don’t know. That’s just the way God made you.” I replied.
“Why did he make my hair like that?” he asked so sweetly.
“That’s a good question to ask God.” I thought that would appease him.
“But why did He make my hair like that?” He looked at me puzzled. “Was He trying to be FUNNY?”

I tried so hard not to laugh at his sweet innocence and insatiable curiosity. I could clearly see that he was trying to figure out the reasoning behind it all . . . figuring out the “why”. I did go on to explain that he was daddy’s son, and since daddy had wavy, curly hair, that’s why he had the same hair. God just wanted to make him like daddy. That answer seemed to please and satisfy him. . . . Finally.

I’ve long thought he will grow up to be an engineer or something along those lines – ever since he figured out how to take apart the metal arm on my front screen door when he was barely 2 years old (then proceeded to hand it to me saying “Meghan did it”. No she didn’t Jacob. “Daddy?” Nope). I didn’t even know how to take it off!

I also love it when I’m in the midst of concentrating or squinting, and Jacob will almost always ask me, “Are you mad, Mommy?” or “Why are you mad, Mommy?” It’s precious to see him watching those around him and trying to figure out what they are thinking and feeling. He definitely makes me more conscious of the expressions I am carrying around on my face everyday.

I pray that God develops that curiosity for His glory and His plans for Jacob’s life . . . for good and not evil . . . to prosper and not to harm. At times I can get frustrated with the endless why’s, but if I stop to really listen and seriously answer him – I just fall in love, over and over again, with this curious blessing in my life! . . . . . . . .Why? . . . . . . . . I’ll let you figure that one out!

-Lori :)