Mozzarella or Grated Cheddar Cheese

One day, throughout the day, Kelton asked me: 

"Would you rather be a duck or a raven?" 

Would you rather be a mozzarella cheese ball or mild cheddar, grated? 

Would you rather be a black bear or a black panther?

Would you rather live where there are tornadoes or live where there are fires? 

Would you rather swim in the ocean or in a freezing cold lake in the mountains? 

Would you rather face your worst fears and gain courage, or never have to face your fears and never gain courage?" 

Dang buddy! From the sublime to the profound. He's keeping me on my toes. All of the boys ask me questions, or engage me in dialogue throughout the entirety of each day and though it can sometimes leave me with mental fatigue by the end of the day, I hold these things close to my heart. I know there will be years of loneliness ahead when quiet will fill my house, when they won't come to me with every consideration and thought, earnestly seeking my feedback. 

Though it may sometimes seem unimportant to give the mozzarella cheese vs grated cheddar cheese notion dutiful reflection, I have come to realize that it is to the contrary quite important to respond with careful thought. It is important because Kelton is important and these ruminations are all an integral part of his development. As each of the boys mature, their interactions become progressively more profound and engaging and it's magical to witness.

As they explore life, I will run alongside them, until I can no longer run. I trust them into the hands of the One who created them and I am thankful that He carries them where I cannot. He leads them when I falter. He propels them forward when my human brokenness would hold them back. And he will sustain them when the world fails them.