It is when I stumble upon pictures like this one when I wonder how many other moments in my children's lives I have failed to capture. This is one of those moments that would have escaped my memory and all the emotions it caused would have been lost forever but thankfully I just happened to be perusing through pictures and I came upon it. What is glorious about these so called remembrances are that the emotions come racing up to the surface as soon as they are recalled. I am truly grateful for this one. This was one of those moments where as a parent you sit back in awe, "Is this my child?" I know he didn't learn this from me, most definitely it passed on through the genes of his daddy but even then it wasn't something he was taught. It was just in him. Ambition, motivation, confidence, are these characteristics taught or are they something you are born with? Heaven knows I didn't teach him these things and I haven't seen his daddy sit down with his economic books and business management lectures and bullet point presentations. The boy was born with it, always full of ideas; using his creativity to formulate the execution of these ideas and the motivation to see it through. Just one of the many things I admire about Carson.
One day he woke up with an idea. He knew that as it was around Christmas time many people would be wrapping presents. And something he did learn from his mom was that wrapping can be tedious so why not gift bag it? So as he is the master craftsman and artist he took it upon himself to spend the entire morning and into the afternoon making gift bags. The design and structure came from his little mind and he saw it through. He then decided to set up "shop" outside on the sidewalk. It wasn't until I heard him shouting, "Bags for sell, gift bags for sell!" that I even knew he was up to something. So I ventured out into the cold and got the full scoop of what he had been up to all morning. Now not to completely discredit my mothering abilities I was aware he had been hard at work in creating but did fail to enquire as to what. Aunt Michelle and Uncle Chad however came to Carson's aid as his first patrons of his newly founded business. Which I am personally grateful for. His confidence boosted and feeling like .50 earned was a job well done; he bagged the goods and went inside where it was warm and played the night away with his cousins.

Again, the flood of emotions that arise are pride and love as I look at this picture in awe of my son. He is a creative little ambitious man. One I am quite proud to call my boy.