After swimming lessons, Lyza (4) sharing yogurt with Seth (14 mon) on the kithen floor
Sharing is hard...I will be the first to admit it. I remember very vividly from my childhood being asked to share by my parents, grandparents, and pretty much any adult that I came in contact with:
"Make sure you share with your sister." "Oh, thank you for sharing...that was so nice of you." "Next time maybe you could share without being asked."Yes, I vividly remember being poked, prodded and bribed into learning how to share. A concept that is still something I am learning to be better at each day.
It is interesting that this concept is so hard for some people to grasp, but others come with this characteristic built right in? Sometimes I am jealous of those that inately want to share. It reminds me that this is not a quality that comes easily to me and that I must work at this every day.
It completely baffles me that I met up with and married a man who comes with this "sharing DNA" in abundance. Never have I met another who would give you everything he had if you asked him. Literally...I am not kidding...I mean literally.
When we are at dinner together, he always saves the best bites of his meal for me to taste.
He will share his time with anyone. You call and need him...he will be there.
He lets me tape two different show on our Tivo which prevents him from watching the Monday night football game he really wanted to watch. He doesn't complain...he just jokes with me and says I am a reality show nut! (very true by the way)
He shares his infectious belly laugh with gatherings of people who are lucky enough to get a sample.
He shares stories with me in privacy about times in his life when he would go without eating, etc. because he gave his money to an acquaintance who needed it more. He would laugh about how he was literally a "starving college student." His laughter would quickly turn to moments of silence when I could tell he was holding back his emotions. He would then tell me, I wish I could have given them more. They needed much more then I could give.
It is at these moments I see who this man really is, his true character. Still completely wondering why he picked me? I guess the Lord knew I needed a strong example.
I hope and hope and hope that my children's "sharing DNA" is a strong and viberant as their daddy's. The jury is still out, but from the looks of the picture above at least we have a start.
