Wesley has always been my rock boy. I remember when he was little and I would wash his clothes and find in the bottom of the washer and dryer rocks that had fallen out of his pockets. Every where we went he would find one or two and pick them up. His rock collection grew at home and he started lining them up around the foundation of the house.
As he has gotten older his love of rocks has not diminished much. I don't find rocks in his clothes anymore, but he still has a rock collection that has grown and changed since those early days.
Recently we've had a lot of challenges. I won't put it all out here. It would take too long and would bring me once again to tears. Through all of the hurt and feelings of isolation there has been some positives.
Two of these have included rocks. Simple gestures that have reminded me that there are people who love and care for my son. Both of these gestures have been by Wes' Young Men leaders in our ward. They both in their thoughtful ways have learned what makes my son tick. Where his interests lay that aren't immediately apparent.
One leader on vacation gathered beach rocks and brought them home from vacation for my son. I never knew love could be contained in a simple sandwich bag.
The other happened over the weekend. Bruce shared his own love of rocks with my boy. This would be the Rock room.
Rock heaven really for a thirteen year old boy who shares a love of rocks. He was shown around the room and Bruce showed him all kinds of different rocks. Polished rocks, dinosaur bones, petrified wood, rough rocks, geodes, wonder stone . . . . so many, many rocks.
Before we went home Bruce loaded Wes up with what I would estimate about 25-30 pounds of rock. This is just a few of them:
I can't help but reflect on the obvious use of rocks in stories I heard growing up. Where we need to lighten our burden and give our worries and cares over to the Lord. This particular afternoon we brought home quite the load, but my heart/spirit were lifted.
Bruce brought the finished bolo over for Wes on Sunday morning so he could wear it to church. I know I'm his mom, but I think he looked quite handsome and he seemed to beam to be able to wear something he helped create.
I don't know what the future will bring for our family, but I do know these two wonderful men were brought into our lives to help my son remember there are people who love and care for him.