My oldest son just attended his first sleepover, one of his buddies turned nine this week. He was so excited, packing a rucksack of "gear" (pocketknife, canteen, I made sure the BB gun & bow & arrows stayed home). Selecting a gift, he headed straight for the outdoor section of ALCO, selecting a mature dart board. They stayed up late into the night, past 12 as best as he could recollect, turning the movie off as him buddies had drifted into slumber.
Secretly my nine year old still has his baby blankie, affectionately dubbed "Mo" when he was 13 months old. The rule is he can still have it as long as it stays in his bed. Last year for his first trip to church camp we cut a small 3"x3" off of Mo to tuck into his pillow case .... "just in case he needed it."
Packing his rucksack he shared that he was leaving Mo at home. He thought he could make it through the night without it. My first born is growing up, half of his life spent under our roof has elapsed.
I am proud of him for making the decision independently. My husband used threaten to kidnap it, fearful that Mo would tag along to college someday.
This has me thinking about how our Heavenly Father witnesses our growing up......
The Palmist tells us in Psalm 90:12 "Teach us the brevity of life, so we may grow in wisdom."
I know my son will continue to grow up. I can pray for him & pray that the Lord will guide me in teaching him the truth of Jesus, pray for the man the Lod will shape him to be.... But for now I need to savor these childhood years & hope the don't slip away too rapidly.
This morning I was looking for my 9 year old. I found him playing Geo Tracks, setting up tracks and tinkering with toy trains, the hobby of a little boy.... the Lord must have heard my "wish" and gave me a direct answer to prayer
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