Today I'm taking a break from my regular Monday Meditations to wish my son a happy 10th birthday- double digits, it's big time.
I love his sense of humor, his limitless imagination, and his tender heart. He has an ever-growing sensitivity to the things of God, and is ready for the challenge of becoming a godly young man.
I've learned so much from getting to his mom- starting with the 153 insulin shots I learned to give myself while I carried him. He's taught me patience *ahem*, grace, compassion, and the appreciation of a good riddle.
I've introduced him to Godzilla, Legos and the joy that comes from the long camera pan of the losing team's bench. (It's even better when the losing team is from anywhere in North Carolina, but that's another story.)
In some ancient cultures, boys stayed with their mothers until they were 7, and then it was the father's responsibility to make them men. Thankfully, our culture doesn't work that way, and I'm not out of a job yet.
Today, I pray a special blessing on him, and on all mothers of sons. What a privilege to be part of his life, to have a hand in shaping him!
"…my son, be strong in the grace that is in Christ Jesus…" 2 Timothy 2:1