Chaos turned twelve this month. I look at him and I see, underneath his still-little-boy face, the teen and the man he is on his way to becoming. And sometimes, I catch a glimpse of the character of that developing young man.
Last week he was among six boys in the back of my van. We were headed home for a treehouse campout birthday party, and everyone was excited. One of the boys had brought along a Lego magazine, and he offered to let Chaos read it. Chaos considered it, then said he’d rather read it when his own copy came in the email…and spend time with his friends now. The friend upped the pressure a little, but Chaos held firm. Finally, the friend sort of pushed the mag into Chaos’ lap, and my boy gently handed it back, saying, “I don’t want to read it right now, thanks. I’ll just spend time with you guys for now.”
Now, I get that he wasn’t being offered drugs or being pressured to go out a graffiti the nearest water tower. But the fact still remains that he was being pressured to do something, by someone whose opinion means something to him, and he was able to calmly stand up for himself, without making it into a confrontation.
Maybe it’s that he’s spend the past ten years standing up to a very strong personality–his sister, Mayhem. Maybe it’s that he’s confident enough in himself and his beliefs not to be swayed by an enticing picture in a magazine. All I know is this: I felt incredibly proud of my boy in that moment.