Steven and I were having a lazy Sunday night at home last night when I asked him if he wanted to play a game. He responded with I want to color. He had been given a coloring activity page at church that day, just as he had dozens of times before. But he usually doesn’t do anything with them. But last night he asked to color it. I thought o.k. whatever. I got him the crayons and left him at the table thinking, right, in a few minutes or less he’ll say I’m done and there will be a few markings on the page. Steven just doesn’t do much of this kind of play independently. I am used to sitting with him and directing his every move if I want him to do something like color or practice writing. I was sitting vegging in front of the TV waiting for the “I’m done” when I realized it had been a while since I heard anything from him. I looked around the corner to find him extremely focused on his page. When I got over to him I couldn’t believe what I saw. He had colored the whole page and with purpose. He then proceeded to tell me that the person he had drawn in the middle of the page was Tinkerbelle. I felt the hot sting of tears in my eyes and just began to cry. I knelt down and gave him the biggest hug and told him how proud I was (yep, I am crying right now as I recall it). There are times I just give up on Steven ever developing some of the skills we all want our kids to have, and doing these kinds of tasks was one of those things I thought he would just never do. Just when I finally give up God surprises me again. Who ever thought that a simple coloring page could evoke such strong emotion.