Another birhtday for my beautiful brown eyed boy. Where is that boy with the straight white-blond hair, chubby cheeks with the perfect dimples, and with his foot propped up on a step while he plays the drums on his thigh? Seems just the other day that he was throwing toys at the secretary and breaking the hundred year old glass all over the floor. How old were you then, Son? Three?
Oh, how I ran like a mad woman to come and be sure that everyone was okay. And there the two of you sat, in that big overstuffed burgundy recliner, still rocking from the two of you jumping in it to get out of the way. Your eyes were so BIG. I'm still not sure if you were afraid of the glass or my reaction to you breaking it. Do you remember?
Do you have any idea how long that glass remained broken in that old secretary? It would only be a guess, but I would have to say six years. At least! I think even more.
And now, before my very eyes, my mischivous boy is turning into a man. We no longer have discussions about which one of your cars is the coolest; now we talk about prophecy and the end times. We discuss being a man of character, your heart for sharing the good news about Jesus, your concern for Ju as she processes her place in the world, and your deep desire for her to know her value in Jesus. No, it's not small talk anymore.
It won't be long now before you'll be driving a car and running to the grocery for me. You'll be taller than me before long and I must confess that I'm looking forward to having your arms wrap around the top of my shoulders as you hug me. I know that I'll feel as safe and warm in your hug as I do in your father's. The two of you are my men and I'm so proud to be the woman in your lives.
Having a son is very special for all mothers, but having you for a son is one ultimate gift that I've been given. The connection that we share and the love that we feel is a true blessing from our Father and I am grateful!
Remember what Daddy and I always tell you, Son. God has a plan for you and it's big. Prepare yourself well for his service and then rest in his calling.
Eleven years old and growing up so fast. You'll always be my "Knuckle Head Grandson" with so much energy.And to know that you'll do great things in the world makes me so happy ! I love you.
Posted by: Granpa | January 06, 2011 at 12:17 PM