On Grace and Cookies
Not long ago I sat and waited for my then 12 year old son to finish up with an assignment. His tablet kept dropping the wifi connection and in a blink, all of his work would disappear. After what seemed like hours of frustrated groans and pencils slamming on the table, we plugged in the laptop and he set to work. By this point though, finicky technology and the overwhelming crush of what had become Middle School homework reality had combined with the exhaustion and constant state of hunger that comes with growing 6 inches in 6 months to. Growling, over-reacting, and stalking like an underfed lion, our sweet boy was over the top. Off the chain. Cranky. It would have been easy to respond in kind, to the testy responses and literal groaning. The response would have been swift, frustrated, and angry. In fact, I was gearing up for it, when a tiny thought began to grow in my mind. He's probably just hungry. Feed him. And just like when he was a tiny babe in arms, I sought to