Six years ago I made a pan of double chocolate gooey butter cake and sent it to work with Grunt Labor.
It might be one of the most important things I’ve done in my life, that pan of double chocolate gooey butter cake.
Grunt Labor was teaching 6th grade math. He shared some of that double chocolate gooey butter cake with a little boy in his classroom and he loved it…and then he asked for more.
A few days later, I went by the school on a lunch break and met this little boy. He tilted his head up at me, grinned from ear to ear with a sparkle in his eye and asked me for more double chocolate gooey butter cake. At that point, I was not sure if anyone had ever successfully told this child no.
So I made him more double chocolate gooey butter cake. And also confetti cupcakes, rice krispy treats and countless other sweets throughout the next six years.
And at some point, I’m not sure when, he carved out his own little home in mine and Grunt Labor’s hearts.
For the last six years, we have argued with that same boy about grades, being more respectful, and cleaning up your messes among countless other issues.
We have used up a ridiculous amount of breath preaching to him about being more responsible and keeping up with important things like his wallet and keys.
We have been volunteered to make over locker rooms, sell peaches, and buy ad space.
We have watched him and the Circus form their own unique relationship that is hard to describe with words alone.
We have all cried over poor decisions made and puffed our chests with pride when he owned up to them and made them right.
We worried night and day and went to multiple doctors when we couldn’t figure out why he was having extreme side pain in the middle of football practice. Upon finding out the reasoning behind the pain was simply that we wasn’t eating enough, we shoveled food down his throat and sent lunches to school with so much food in it that he started selling the second sandwich at lunch. Apparently, he’s a little entrepreneur.
We made him learn how to use a hammer and a drill.
We built a birdhouse so he could get extra credit and also bought extra classroom supplies for the same purpose one year.
Most importantly though, over the last six years, we have been blessed to have Bill (which isn’t his real name, but what he wanted to be called on the blog) as part of our family.
And we wouldn’t be the same without him.
Last week he decided he was headed to Austin Peay University.
In a few months, he’ll leave for college…with a pan of double chocolate gooey butter cake.
And a piece of our hearts.
And probably our credit cards too.
I will try not to preach too much to him about being responsible and studying and eating right.
He will roll his eyes and say he knows.
And finally, I’ll tell him this is the beginning of anything you want. It’s your move.
Be amazing but humble, Bill.
You know you don’t wanna miss any of this crazy.
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