Thank God For Big Boys

This morning started off in typical teenage fashion...Elisha refusing to put on or pack shorts for school and soccer practice(86 degrees in the city). School I can understand but soccer practice in black nylon track pants makes no sense! I sipped my coffee and chanted "pick your battles, pick your battles" till the feeling of strangulation left me. We compromised with packing both the shorts and the nylon track pants. I spend the day fearful of the dreaded teenage years we all hear about and think that this will be a typical morning for the next four years...Soccer practice gets canceled due to lack of steroid(really?) forms and this gives Elisha the ammunition to prove me wrong about needing shorts today. "pick your battles, pick your battles" i chant. Off to his room he goes and i settle down at my computer for my daily gossip. Suddenly a bird comes cruising in the back door and slams into the huge plate glass window facing the city. I start screaming due to the trauma of seeing this and realizing the bird is not dead. Elisha rushes to me and first sees if i am ok then ushers me down the hall to safety. Now i am on the phone with husband, hysterical. Husband is walking into a meeting and is of no use, o.k. he had a few suggestions but both included me having to get within 5ft of the now twitching bird. Elisha had the whole situation worked out by the time i was off the phone. He was so calm and kind to both his hysterical mother and the dying bird. He told me what his plan was and we agreed it was humane and didn't involve me touching anything. We buried the suicidal bird in a lovely plot next to the 280. We hugged and walked back to the house feeling a little less like shorts are that big of a deal. Our relationship has been tested in these teenage years but today my sweet, compassionate boy came to my rescue and now i thank God for big boys!