Halfway to manhood.
That's what Sam reminded me of this morning. Tomorrow, Sam will be nine. Could it be that this boy who I gave birth to a mere nine years ago is so close to being a legal adult? It's hard to believe.
I love this boy. (And I will continue to say "boy" for a very long time.) I love his desire to please and the frustration he hasn't quite learned to control when he doesn't please. I love his competitiveness- so much like my own. I love his desire to be like his daddy. I love his protectiveness of Selah.
There is much I am proud of in Sam. I think that the mama bear has come out in me more often over Sam than my other kids. He is intelligent and sensitive and sometimes in the world's eyes this can equal nerdy and a cry baby. How often I have told him through my own tears that the Lord is pleased with his sensitive heart and that this is how Sam was created! And how often I have come to my room and sobbed knowing that there will be more heartache and trials and wanting so badly to shield him from it all.
Sam is quite proud of the increased hairiness on his arms and gets very excited over every little bump that pops up on his face. "Mom- I think I'm getting my first pimple!" he'll say. I love this sweet innocence and I hope he will always be proud, but know it is not likely he will always be eager to share. I wish I could hold on to it a little bit longer.
I wish I could hold on to Sam a little bit longer. I wish I could shield him from the world a little bit longer. And at the same time, pray that we have prepared him in the way he deserves.
This is what is on my heart on this night- this eve of Sam being halfway to manhood.
I love this boy. (And I will continue to say "boy" for a very long time.) I love his desire to please and the frustration he hasn't quite learned to control when he doesn't please. I love his competitiveness- so much like my own. I love his desire to be like his daddy. I love his protectiveness of Selah.
There is much I am proud of in Sam. I think that the mama bear has come out in me more often over Sam than my other kids. He is intelligent and sensitive and sometimes in the world's eyes this can equal nerdy and a cry baby. How often I have told him through my own tears that the Lord is pleased with his sensitive heart and that this is how Sam was created! And how often I have come to my room and sobbed knowing that there will be more heartache and trials and wanting so badly to shield him from it all.
Sam is quite proud of the increased hairiness on his arms and gets very excited over every little bump that pops up on his face. "Mom- I think I'm getting my first pimple!" he'll say. I love this sweet innocence and I hope he will always be proud, but know it is not likely he will always be eager to share. I wish I could hold on to it a little bit longer.
I wish I could hold on to Sam a little bit longer. I wish I could shield him from the world a little bit longer. And at the same time, pray that we have prepared him in the way he deserves.
This is what is on my heart on this night- this eve of Sam being halfway to manhood.
posted by erinlo at 9:13 PM
4 Comments:
Best advice to offer...
Don't. blink.
As one whose last chick is leaving the nest in 30 days, I must say that you are wise to see your children as the wonderful creatures God created them to be, unique, priceless and simply on loan for a time.
You are a good steward, Erin. I fully expect your someday, face-to-face meeting with God to include the words, "Well done, good and faithful servant". :)
Carry on, cyber-friend.
wow. i was going to say how beautiful this post was, but terynn totally stole my thunder! jj, but seriously i totally agree! you and jeff are doing an amazing job with raising your kids...so much so, that if i ever have kids, you'd be the first one i turned to for advise. love u :)
Terynn and Brandi- I am truly humbled by your comments. Thank you so much for your encouragement. Parenting for us is definately a work in progress. Love you both!
I tell you what, I have been feeling that way lately and my lil boy is only 15 mths. old. I am so grateful and blessed to be able to stay home full time to be a part of his life. I enjoy every waking moment. Even the tough stuff.
Now, you make me look at 8 yrs. old in a different light. God bless you and your lil boy who is on his way to man hood.
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