It was a typical, windy day in Oklahoma. I was getting the brunt of it because of the location of the porch swing that June afternoon. I didn’t mind. It made the 90° weather bearable. At the same time, my six-year old decided it was time to clean the red clay off his bicycle. I think it was just an excuse to get wet. I didn’t mind at all because at least he was cleaning something. That is, until I saw the sponges he used. My brand new sponges from underneath the kitchen sink. Immediately, my mind started going back and forth like a ball on a ping pong table as I listened to my future empty nest self speak calmly while my realistic, present day, frustrated momma ranted and raved because she wanted to teach that boy a lesson about getting things he has no business getting. The battle raged for a dozen seconds or so, but eventually, the future empty nester in me won. I don’t like that frustration comes easy to me when it comes to my children. Don’t like it one bit. But, I also realize that the reason it does it because of the huge responsibility I feel when it comes to raising my sons to be not only healthy, respectable citizens, but most importantly, God-honoring and God-fearing young men. So, while I tend to lose my cool when my boys do things that boys do, I didn’t today. When he came and told me he got the brand new sponge from the unopened box, I chose to ignore the $2.15 waste and just say, “Okay, baby. Good work.” Because again, in ten years, will this even matter? That’s what I thought.