“Is this a surprise for your son?,” I texted my husband at
work.
Seeing the framed drawings of my son when he was 3 or 4
years old brought a big smile on my face as I got home from visiting him in his
place.
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“Not bad…Not bad at all…” I thought to myself. That even
then, his talent in the art business was so evident. Learning patience and
determination to always create the best in each of his art piece. I knew he
always put his heart in each piece. It was not about just creating art. It was
about doing something he truly loved and was gifted with. And my husband and I
couldn’t be happier but for him to realize his true passion and pursue that
goal.
Eager to surprise him despite his busy schedule, my husband brought it over and my son was delighted to see the unexpected gift.In a way, we all laughed about it knowing how big of a difference to see his early masterpieces compared with what he knew now. He found a spot in his room. And put the "reminder" of a humble beginning.
Seeing those early forms of drawing would always bring a
smile for me. In a mother’s heart, those tiny, ten little fingers I wouldn’t
forget as he chose one color after another and formed lines. He thought nothing
of it then. But you, moms out there know what I’m talking about. How many times we
decorated our refrigerators with those “surprises from our beloved tots?”
Yet…seeing his designs now also make me smile even more. I
see diligence. Patience. Determination. Developed throughout the passing years. The
love that he puts in each piece. Not forgetting modesty and the Source of his
talent.
He took Computer Engineering at first. Only to be
overwhelmed with things he realized he didn’t love. And that was the key…Love…
In this life, it’s okay not to follow a road sometimes.
Especially when you don’t have love in your heart to take that path. Because in
the end, what’s more important is what you will leave behind. And most of all,
Who leads you on that pathway you choose. Yes… Despite the odds… Despite the “unknowns”
and the “doubts” that may form. But on these unfamiliar treks, there are
potentials to develop gigantic faith. A child-like kind of faith. That’s how we
beat the odds. When we believe… Hope…Love…
If I speak in the
tongues of men or of angels, but do not have love, I am only a resounding gong
or a clanging cymbal. – 1 Corinthians 13:1 (NIV)
