There are five cars parked on our driveway. Two of them belong to Callum. You’d think two cars would be more than enough vehicles for one young man, but Callum has plans to buy a third. Cars are his passion.

Andy sighs and says, “Callum spends all his time and money on cars.”

I say, “He’s young. He has passions. He has a dream.”

“I was young once,” says Andy. “I used to want a dream car too. But I never got one.”

“You got me,” I say. “You got married and had a family instead.”

Andy smiles and stretches out his arm. “I’d rather have you than a car.” He hugs me close.

But somewhere, hidden deep beneath his gratitude for his family, Andy still has a dream. It’s not a huge dream like Callum’s. He would just love a bigger, newer, more powerful car that would fly along the freeway, swallowing up all the hills between home and work. His present car is small and sensible and fuel-efficient. And it grumbles like an old man when it comes face-to-face with a bump in the road. It's not very exciting at all.

Callum invites Andy to take one of his cars for a drive, his huge classic Holden Kingswood, his Green Giant. He notices Andy's eyes light up with excitement. He listens when he says, "“Wow! It’s huge, twice as big as my car!” He knows Andy has car dreams too. And Callum knows exactly what dream car he would really love.

Of course, Andy doesn’t want such an ancient fuel-guzzling monster like the Green Giant. He dreams about something a bit newer... less of a classic-from-days-gone-by car, and more of an exciting but reliable right-now car. And Callum has plans to make his dad's dream a reality. He’s just waiting for the right moment, the right opportunity.

Then Andy hears our next-door-neighbour, John, is selling his car. It’s a Holden Commodore, it’s big, and although it's a few years old, it’s practically new compared to all the ancient vehicles sitting on our driveway. Best of all, it’s a mechanic’s car. It's in excellent condition. Andy says, “Callum, if you're set on buying another car, that one would be perfect for you. You need a reliable car to get to work in. You wouldn't have to worry every time something goes wrong with the other ones.” Andy is right. Callum's cars might be classics but usually they are classics-in-pieces, awaiting restoration.

But Callum is thinking John's car would be the perfect dream car for Andy. “What do you think, Mum? Perhaps I could pretend to buy the car for myself, and then we could give it to Dad. Think of the look on his face when I say, 'Dad, this car's yours'!”  We both smile as we imagine that very special moment.

So Andy and Callum arrange to take the car for a test drive. Callum sits in the driver’s seat and he smiles for the whole trip. “Wow! This is the best car I’ve ever driven. Feel that power.”

Andy nods. Could he be feeling just a little envious? He wishes he was in a position to buy such a car. He dreams a little and then tells himself not to be so silly. He thinks it would be extravagant spending money on another car, when he already has a vehicle. Yes, he's not going to allow himself to feel disappointed. He's very happy for Callum.

Callum negotiates with John and soon they have struck a deal. John will make sure the car's in tip-top condition, and it will be ready for sale in a few days’ time.

“Wow! The car was wonderful, Mum,” says Callum later.

“It sounds like you’d like to have it,” I observe. “Have you changed your mind about giving it to Dad?”

“Well…” he mutters.

I can understand a young man’s yearnings for a car, so I say, “Think about it. If you want it, have it. We’ll find another one for Dad.”

But a day or so later, Callum tells me he wants Andy to have the car. “It’s just perfect for him. I can make do with my own cars. Dad will help me fix them. No, this is his car.”

Callum tells John the car will be Andy’s but he’s to keep that fact a secret. He wants the car to be a big surprise.

All week we wait while John gets the car ready. At regular intervals, Andy says, “I bet you’re impatient to get your new car, Callum,” and Callum replies, “Oh yes!” trying not to smile too much as he thinks about his delicious secret.

The day arrives. Callum and I have already arranged payment for the car. Andy and I take the girls out for the morning, and when we return, the car is waiting on the driveway. It’s white and big and powerful, and it looks good!

“Do you want some coffee, Dad?” asks Callum, as we enter the house. He tries not to smile too much. He tries to sound cool, as if this is just another ordinary day. Soon we are all sitting in the family room with coffee mugs in our hands.

“As I’ve just got a new car, Dad, I thought I’d get a little present for you too.” Callum hands over an envelope, which Andy tears open.

“A key?” Andy is bemused.

“Yes. A key to your new car.”

Andy is dumbfounded, lost for words. “You mean… a car…? John's car? Mine… ?”

Callum, the girls and I smile. We were all in on the secret. The only person who had no idea what was going on was Andy.

“Aren't you going to have a look at your new car?” we ask. So we all troop outside and Andy does lots of oohing and aaahing. He says, “Really? The car’s mine?” a few times, while we all continue to grin. It’s a magic moment.

“So I was the only one who didn’t realise what was going on?” asks Andy later.

We nod. “Everybody knew except you, Dad. John even told all his work mates about the young man next door who was buying a car for his dad.”

Of course Andy has to take the car out immediately for a drive. He wants me to come along too. He turns the key in the ignition and the engine roars into life. “Listen to that! Doesn’t that sound good?” Soon we are sailing through the cutting out of the village. Andy needs petrol, but he drives right past the local service station, at the bottom of the hill, and heads towards town. He's having fun.

For the past week, Andy has been flying along the freeway each morning to school. At the end of the day, he touches his toe to the pedal and his dream car shoots up the hills, back towards home. And Andy grins. He grins a lot. There is something really special about receiving an unexpected gift.

“Callum must love you very much,” I observe to Andy. “How many sons would arrange such a surprise for their dads?”

Fathers, sons and cars… what could be better than fathers and sons sharing a passion and a dream? Unless of course, it’s fathers and sons sharing love.

Fathers, sons, cars and LOVE. That's not a dream. It's reality.

Without intending to, I seem to have written a dream car trilogy. Here are the first two parts if you'd like to share them:


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  1. This is wonderful. How special and LOVING!

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    1. Thank you, Nancy!

      I love observing the relationship between Andy and the boys. And I really wanted to write down this story so I won't forget a special moment.

      Thank you for sharing my post!

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    2. Hi Sue,

      What a wonderful post. How precious to see all the fruit your family is bearing.

      I thought my fourth child would be our last. We named him Isaac. We usually use family names as middle names, but we chose Callum for his middle name because I loved it so much and wanted to make sure I had a son 'named' Callum. :o) (And my youngest (#8) is Felicity!)

      Thank you for a lovely blog.

      In Him

      Meredith
      PS. I don't know if it is just me, but I find it difficult to post comments on your blog. I can't seem to locate the 'comment' button. Perhaps you could point it out to me, or make it bigger (Ha!).

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    3. Hi Meredith,

      I am so pleased you stopped by to say hello again!

      You won't believe this but my son is Callum Isaac and yours is Isaac Callum!! How about that? Of course we both agree it is a wonderful name!

      I can just imagine how beautiful it must be to have a little Felicity. My dear daughter Felicity is still beautiful, but well and truly grown up. I guess you have been very busy with Felicity and your other children as you haven't done much blogging recently. I hope all is well with you.

      I am so sorry you've been having trouble commenting. I see you have a Wordpress blog which must work a little differently.

      If you scroll to the end of a post, you'll see a row of post images with the heading "You might also like..."

      Look under these images and you will see a grey box.

      In the box are the words: "Posted by Sue Elvis at... x comments..."

      Click on the word 'comments'. This expands all the comments (if there are any!) Still click on 'comments', even if it says, '0 comments'

      Scroll down to the bottom of the comments and you will find a box with the words, "Enter your comment..."

      Write a comment (please!).

      Meredith, I hope this helps. Perhaps you can try it out and let me know. I'd love to hear from you again.

      Thank you so much for sharing my story and for your kind words. It was good of you to persevere with your comment despite difficulties.

      God bless you!

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  2. This is such a great story, Sue! What a kind heart Callum has :)

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    1. Mary,

      I've learnt a lot about kindness and generosity from Callum recently.

      Thank you for reading my story! God bless!

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  3. What a beautiful, beautiful story{{}} and such a special son you have:):)
    My husband occasionally has a dream about a sports car and like Andy he had a family instead, and is quite happy but recently we bought him a car with a sports muffler:) Now he has his sports car;)

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    1. Erin,

      I love your car story too! I hope your husband is driving around with a big smile on his face, just like mine!

      Thank you for stopping by. I always love chatting with you.

      God bless!

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  4. I would like to write something really profound right now but I have tears streamng down my face and blurring my vision so I will just say how much I love your family, they are so darn special! Thanks for sharing, gotta go find a tissue now.

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    1. Lisa,

      I didn't mean to make you cry! Now it's my turn to look for the tissue box. Your beautiful and generous words have made my day.

      I am quite sure all our families are so very special. We must all have stories like this one to tell. I'm just unusual in the fact I have a husband and children who don't mind their stories being posted publicly on the Internet for all to share! Aren't I a lucky blogger?

      I was just about to visit you when I noticed your comment. I will be right over!

      God bless.

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  5. What a loving and generous son you have! You and Andy must be so proud of him. He would be such a good role model for my boys, who are still very young and not always so quick to think of others before themselves.

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    1. Kari,

      None of us have perfect children, and we often sigh over the faults of ours. At the same time, we are given little moments of pure joy and hope that are very encouraging. Parenthood is so difficult at times! Really in the end, it's not the faults that matter, but love. Everything else will fall into place eventually.

      I do believe that our children take note of the generosity and love we surround them with. They grow, and then one day they turn around and give to us what we have been giving to them. There is no doubt your sons will pick up on your example too. I wonder what they'll surprise you with in the future!

      I've always liked the idea of younger boys have older friend mentors, a bit like older brothers and younger ones. It's a pity we live nowhere near each other. I am sure our families would be good friends!

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